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I AM THE DANCER DANCING - I AM THE DANCE - Julius Fann, Jr - Jul 08, 2011
" Am I the emanation of the Original Thinker? Is that who I am? Am I the one who gave an imaginary analysis of the dance I become consciously aware of in demonstration? "
I am the dancer. I am the dancer dancing. I am the dancer dancing the dance. I am the dance.
I am the dancer [ I AM not who created the dance]. I am the producer [interpreted thinker of what I theorize the dance to mean]. I am not the original thinker of the dance. Yet being the dancer dancing the dance, I become the thinker, thought, and objective interpreted projector of an activity that is a mystery over and above the thought interpreted by my finite mind.
The dance I produce is the production of the thought activity manifesting the object of my mind. I have now become the interpreter of the Originator Thinker's intent for creating the dance even though I do not know what that intent nor purpose was or is. So, who am I other than the dancer? Am I the emanation of the Original Thinker? Is that who I am? Am I the one who gave an imaginary analysis of the dance I become consciously aware of in demonstration? Or just a manifested thought form unrecognizable which originally emanated from the Consciousness of Cause absent volume, breadth, or depth while I lived in as finite mind of the dancer I am?
My finite mind does not know why the dance was formed. The interpreter of the Original Thinker's thoughts does not know why I was formed as the dancer dancing the dance I am, or how I could emanate from the Original Thinker I AM when that I AM is beyond the Eye of human Comprehension?
Being the dancer, which is the emanation of I AM, then there must be a cause of purpose to produce the illusion of that which is believed to be finite because of visual effect but is infinite by Consciousness' cause. Sure, I can say I am the dancer dancing the dance; therefore, I am the dance I am dancing. But this cannot qualify as a true statement because the dancer has not manifested the cause of substance which provides the thought essence of awareness of the dance, nor the ability to dance, no less allow the dancer to say in absoluteness what the dancer, dancing, and the dance's purpose and intent is.
Certainly, rhythmical movement is not a qualifier for the dance's purpose and intent that the dancer can make the claim I am the dancer dancing the dance. Nor does the thought of awareness of dancing make for that which produces true verification which makes what is alleged to be what is claimed. There is rhythmic movement in the branches and leaves of trees when swaggering winds blow and move through them. But If I am unaware of trees swaying the rhythm of the wind, this does not mean I purpose the wind, branches, or trees Being.
Neither does being the thinker interpreting the thought of being the dancer make the dancer and dance the truth of Consciousness' purposed affinity. I receive thought because I am a vehicle through which Consciousness highway through, but not in the observable form of that Consciousness I AM.
The thinker gives his life to the thought; the thoughts give that life to the object of the thinker's interpreted vision. Thus, making the object of the thought the manifested subject matter of Consciousness. Does this make I AM the Original Thinker who gives thought to exist because of Its life?
Never give power to anything a person believes is their source of strength - jufa
Among School Children
By William Butler Yeats
I
I walk through the long schoolroom questioning;
A kind old nun in a white hood replies;
The children learn to cipher and to sing,
To study reading-books and history,
To cut and sew, be neat in everything
In the best modern way—the children's eyes
In momentary wonder stare upon
A sixty-year-old smiling public man.
II
I dream of a Ledaean body, bent
Above a sinking fire, a tale that she
Told of a harsh reproof, or trivial event
That changed some childish day to tragedy—
Told, and it seemed that our two natures blent
Into a sphere from youthful sympathy,
Or else, to alter Plato's parable,
Into the yolk and white of the one shell.
III
And thinking of that fit of grief or rage
I look upon one child or t'other there
And wonder if she stood so at that age—
For even daughters of the swan can share
Something of every paddler's heritage—
And had that colour upon cheek or hair,
And thereupon my heart is driven wild:
She stands before me as a living child.
IV
Her present image floats into the mind—
Did Quattrocento finger fashion it
Hollow of cheek as though it drank the wind
And took a mess of shadows for its meat?
And I though never of Ledaean kind
Had pretty plumage once—enough of that,
Better to smile on all that smile, and show
There is a comfortable kind of old scarecrow.
V
What youthful mother, a shape upon her lap
Honey of generation had betrayed,
And that must sleep, shriek, struggle to escape
As recollection or the drug decide,
Would think her son, did she but see that shape
With sixty or more winters on its head,
A compensation for the pang of his birth,
Or the uncertainty of his setting forth?
VI
Plato thought nature but a spume that plays
Upon a ghostly paradigm of things;
Solider Aristotle played the taws
Upon the bottom of a king of kings;
World-famous golden-thighed Pythagoras
Fingered upon a fiddle-stick or strings
What a star sang and careless Muses heard:
Old clothes upon old sticks to scare a bird.
VII
Both nuns and mothers worship images,
But those the candles light are not as those
That animate a mother's reveries,
But keep a marble or a bronze repose.
And yet they too break hearts—O Presences
That passion, piety or affection knows,
And that all heavenly glory symbolise—
O self-born mockers of man's enterprise;
VIII
Labour is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised to pleasure soul,
Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.
O chestnut tree, great rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?
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