The universe, quantified, translated…
Inside and outside the troupes, everybody called her Little Universe, her name was “Universe”. Universe loved to dance.
Universe has an oval-shaped face, a pair of bright eyes, a very erect nose, slimly built, and the proportions of her limbs, like they came out of a poem, dance performances are, made for her, her body moved as fast as her thoughts, she’d very open, with the temperament of a comet!
Universe stood alone on stage. At first, she’d, quietly, tiptoed around, then, like the comet explosions, started twirling repeatedly, her long black dress, couple with her long dark hair, with her waist moving up and down, her arms high and low, she’d turned, her hair twirled, her skirt too, so did her legs, she’d made a blackhole on stage, then another, then another, then another, then, another…the blackholes seemed like her dance partners, Universe used her body languages, described something dimly lit, something romantic———
“The most important, is what’s behind the movements………”
“You mean energies, spirituality, thoughts, emotions, dreams, or the love in the now?”
“It’s something concrete, that the performers onstage would know of.”
“Why does Universe dance alone onstage? The universe is so vast, the stage, so tiny.”
“Because as you focused, the universe will help you with the movements of dance; because you’d poured your heart and soul in, the universe responded back to you with the contrasts in light and darkness, using the rhythms, the perspirations to reply back to you.”
Then, the dancer called “Destiny” passed through time, entered onstage. Destiny was dressed, in a see-through green muslin, and stepped onstage with the rhythms of the dances of the natives.
Destiny: Dance shouldn’t be something you longed for, I wanted to embrace you, and you’d suddenly………”
Suddenly, the twirling along Universe lost her balance (suddenly, impacted into Destiny, created sparks), Universe was beautiful on one side, and moving away on the other, drifted off-course, toward a golden field of wheat, went into the setting sun, into, the darkness of the curtains.
like this??? Not my photograph…
After the theatric performances were over, the assortment of people, with their varied paths in life, entered into someone else’s life, at ten in the evening, the crowd in Ximenting dissipated with their lonely happiness, the last bus had come and gone, people thought about the Universe they just witnessed, turned their heads toward the nightly skies, did Universe go home already?
Universe returned home from the theatres. After she got cleaned off, she’d readied herself for bed, she loved hugging on the stuffed bears, like was, embracing the constellations too.
So, this, is looking at the universe, from a micro scale, and in the interaction with the universe from the theatric performances, people learned something about themselves, each other, as well as the big ol’ universe too!