When I dance, I disappear. The dance is visible, but the dancer vanishes. It only touches the soul of the observer, leaving no trace. I cannot claim the dance as mine. If I do, the dance will disappear. The more I want to show, the less the dance is visible, and only the dancer’s body can be seen.

Dance is the ultimate art that humans can express with their bodies. The movements blend spirit, soul, and flesh into a state of transcendence where the self disappears, leaving only the act. In this moment, the boundaries between self and others, inside and outside, objectivity and subjectivity vanish, unfolding a sublime state of ecstasy. The moment of dancing is when humans become divine.

dance, transcendence, ecstasy