Comments on: Tango Matrix Part 3- Neo’s Incessant Inkling http://tangoforlife.com/wordpress/2009/05/28/tango-matrix-part-3-neos-incessant-inkling/ Life as Tango & Tango as Life - Dave Donatiu's Tango Adventures & Reflections Tue, 22 Mar 2011 16:06:18 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: onesteptanguero http://tangoforlife.com/wordpress/2009/05/28/tango-matrix-part-3-neos-incessant-inkling/comment-page-1/#comment-70 onesteptanguero Sat, 30 May 2009 13:06:30 +0000 http://tangoforlife.com/wordpress/?p=405#comment-70 two items of power will be there to guide you on your way to the other side but will you know when to use them will you know how? do not use them ever unless you become one with them so throw them away eat them all and digest until you are gone two items of power
will be there to guide you
on your way to the
other side

but will you know when to
use them
will you know how?

do not use them ever
unless you become
one with them

so throw them away
eat them all
and digest until
you are gone

]]> By: Liz Dexia http://tangoforlife.com/wordpress/2009/05/28/tango-matrix-part-3-neos-incessant-inkling/comment-page-1/#comment-67 Liz Dexia Fri, 29 May 2009 20:31:57 +0000 http://tangoforlife.com/wordpress/?p=405#comment-67 And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not. And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.

]]> By: Leonard Krause http://tangoforlife.com/wordpress/2009/05/28/tango-matrix-part-3-neos-incessant-inkling/comment-page-1/#comment-66 Leonard Krause Fri, 29 May 2009 19:30:00 +0000 http://tangoforlife.com/wordpress/?p=405#comment-66 All you say resonates as being true to me. But understanding has its limits. For example, even though I might understand the inner workings of a slot machine, the knowledge brings me no closer to hitting the jackpot than a random person just walking up to it and pulling the handle. All I know is this.... When we were at Stone Soup at the milonga, I asked you to dance with me because there was a certain joy that I saw emanating from you when I observed your dancing earlier at Valentango in Portland. I wanted to have the direct personal experience of it; and the only way to have access to that experience was by dancing. All of the conversation in the world could not have impart that experience on me, no matter the degree of intention I had to knowing it. Our dance together for me was a blessed conversation between two human beings and made me smile inside. We were speaking a language through our dance that was totally independent from who we were as personalities, i.e., our "back stories," our likes and dislikes, our social position, our jobs, our problems, etc. It was a conversation that could only have happened in the context of tango. In life there is always background noise, no matter whether you point a radio telescope out into the universe and hear the static left over from the big bang, or you walk in the forest hoping for silence only to be distracted by the constant chirping of birds. Our minds tend to tune out the background noise we find acceptable and fixate negatively on the background noise we find unacceptable (i.e., a cell phone conversation on a quiet train). Perhaps the only way to understand tango is through tango. Perhaps the rest is just background noise. Thus, the choice becomes 'do we consider the background noise in tango to be birds chirping and or a cell phone conversation?' The choice is ours. BTW, I still smile inside when I think about the dance we had together. I look forward to more in the future. All you say resonates as being true to me. But understanding has its limits.
For example, even though I might understand the inner workings of a slot machine, the knowledge brings me no closer to hitting the jackpot than a random person just walking up to it and pulling the handle.

All I know is this….

When we were at Stone Soup at the milonga, I asked you to dance with me because there was a certain joy that I saw emanating from you when I observed your dancing earlier at Valentango in Portland. I wanted to have the direct personal experience of it; and the only way to have access to that experience was by dancing. All of the conversation in the world could not have impart that experience on me, no matter the degree of intention I had to knowing it.

Our dance together for me was a blessed conversation between two human beings and made me smile inside. We were speaking a language through our dance that was totally independent from who we were as personalities, i.e., our “back stories,” our likes and dislikes, our social position, our jobs, our problems, etc. It was a conversation that could only have happened in the context of tango.

In life there is always background noise, no matter whether you point a radio telescope out into the universe and hear the static left over from the big bang, or you walk in the forest hoping for silence only to be distracted by the constant chirping of birds. Our minds tend to tune out the background noise we find acceptable and fixate negatively on the background noise we find unacceptable (i.e., a cell phone conversation on a quiet train).

Perhaps the only way to understand tango is through tango. Perhaps the rest is just background noise. Thus, the choice becomes ‘do we consider the background noise in tango to be birds chirping and or a cell phone conversation?’ The choice is ours.

BTW, I still smile inside when I think about the dance we had together. I look forward to more in the future.

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