4.11.14



--   Deep dance conjures a sensibility informed . . . by light . .

--   Excuse me . . . deep dance  please  what is it
               
I am  Im afraid  unfamiliar with its terminology or contextualisation

--   Fair
 
It is difficult to say what it is

as it should be
                                                             
Rather  deep dance should influence or affect you as it may  as a personal experience
and not revealed to you by me
or frankly anyone
                                                       
It is yours alone


  
--   Sounds very esoteric

--   No

rubbing his whiskered chin

Not truly esoteric  Confounding perhaps  initially
though not really once it is revealed  and understood 
Or rather sense is made of it

Maybe you are familiar with the Archiepiscopal Chapel at Ravenna  in Italy

-- 
 
--   No aye  Within the chapel there is a Latin inscription  by the fragments of mosaic
"Either light was born here or it was captured, [either way, here it] reigns freely" 
 
Deep dance moves to light

Cryptic  yes  But its meaning is for you to recognise   then realise

I hope   you can make some sense of what I am saying



--   I . . . I cant say

--   Perhaps the only thing you can say is   if it interests you or not

--   Are you purposefully being vague   trying to entice me

--   No
 
Are you interested  or not

--   And what is the proposition

--   If you are interested or not


--   I . . . I cant say

--   Then
 
You are not interested

--   I did not say that

--   No  You did not

However                                                                                                                                          you cant say
 
That is correct  isnt it

--   That is correct

--   Then Ill leave you with this  “Aut lux hic nata est, aut capta hic libera regnat”
The Latin verse  earlier in our conversation



he thoughtfully rubbed the whiskers on his chin

I appreciate your time



before he could answer   a shock of light interrupted his eyes
it flashed
it burnt his retinas black

when his vision oozed into his eyes again

the bearded man was gone

in the blackness his ears piqued
he hadnt heard his heavy boots cross the wood floor to the door
he hadnt heard anything
except the last exhalation of his breath with the word  time


Light  and Time  weighed heavily on his mind for a long time

he expected the stranger again



who never returned



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