Little Egypt ~ video
But this body person self and existence is so much entwined with everything if any part is neglected it is possed and vulnerable even though through its interconnectedness it displays signs of security it lacks the same compassion through it being neglected. It turns on its head its precarity within its own existence. Meaning and value collects and condense importance through neglect and ignorance. In the whirl of the universe everything holds true. If everything was to be counted all must be included. The falsity and neglect of aspects is a rude abrasion on the entry of everything.
Inclusion means to allow one not to partake. But the inclusion of activity against inclusion can not be included. When argument falls short of reasoning for everyones inclusion the position is often upheld by violence, verbal, mental and situational.
There can be no neglect and there is no excuse. The security of ones owns meaning and value can often result in illegitimate excuses for exclusion. The systems one uses and the power one yields is a tell telling sign of the violence one exserts upon others.
Underminding ones privileges by doing without authority creates a cataclysm in the systemic violence ensuring our value and meaning.
I met an amazing person who loved to turn. From what I understood other things didn’t interest them. But to spin and spin and spin and spin was joyest, when I came to move on change and do something else all light energy and enthusiasm left and they sat arms and legs crossed. I have once practices whirling dervish where we span for 30 minutes. The situation changes a lot during that time, slowing down or speeding up causes nausea, yet maintain one speed is difficult and tiring. feet catching, room moving, arms aching.
Once before a ballet class i warmed up by spinning. The bar became a support during the first part of the class and I had no balance.
Even the thought of turning is making me feel sick just sitting here writing. Things turn, the earth turns, the solar system turns, the galaxy turns, atoms turn circles. spirals, continuing lines, transcending direction and moving incomprehensibly.
I am here, here I am. I am I am again I am.
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