Merkavah - Drive the Lord's SUV!

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"Dance, dance, wherever you may be,
I am the Lord of the Dance says he."

I miss the parties already. Moreso, I miss the dance floor.

Being celibate really taught me a thing or two about dance. I mean... hell. You can dance with someone all you like. It sucks. Why limit your artistic expression (Yes, I am calling dance a form of artistic expression) to the motions of someone else?

Or limit yourself to a style? I will walk off the dance floor if anyone asks me to break-dance. Sure, I can do it. I've done it once or twice before. I almost gave in to someone at one of the Hums parties this year.

But why? It's a form of structure. Human nature is chaotic, beautiful, and wayyy too many things to express in formalized styles.

If you want to be sexy, go dance the tango. If you want to look cool, grab some glowsticks and party-hardy. If you want to express the innermost turmoil and chaos that and embodiment of human nature...

Do as I do. Let go.

Sure. You might get into a fight. It's happened to me before at some pretty intense shows... years back. Sure... you might just go nuts. You might ending up impressing everyone. You might move faster than you ever thought you could. You might end up needing a lot of water.

But isn't that what it's all about? If dance is an art form, and we're to consider modern art a true chaotic expression of what makes us human... then modern dance... should it not be the utter chaos that results when you let go?

People this year have told me they loved my dance. I thank them from my heart... but it's not like they're not capable of the same, s'long as they let go. Don't think about hooking up by the end of the night. Don't think about looking good while you're doing it.

Don't think.