A cell once moved into salience, and it was exactly that perceptible motion that propagating in fluids gave form to the night of the heart. Mysterious, yet it is the subtle reality which seams, attracts and dispells particles, if listened well.
As a researcher and dancer at this moment I see Hüm prevails ever since I am called by a body, and so a name.
And although I am fond of langauge, hümever asks, I can truly answer with a living hüm to what the hüm is hüm.
In the light of observing, perceiving varied rhythms, pulses, momentum etc., in- and outside of "me", of "you", patterns of motion, habits and states of mind akin, well...
the kinaesthetic sense just as the sense of stillness is a human intangible heritage, shouting not to fall prey to ignorance.
Motion and stillness when experienced in their natural states in mind have one thingy in common, both can be faster than the speed of light, the invisible rill among rocks to shift the known into unknown.
Okay, I make it simple: move to your heart's nightly rhythm to find dance.
Still not, hm, hüm.
