You And I Are But Specks Of

When You Are Fifty, You're Neither Young Nor Old; You're Just Uninteresting. When You Are Sixty, And Still Dancing, You Become Something Of A Curiosity. And Boy! If You Hit Seventy, And Can Still Get A Foot Off The Ground, You're Phenomenal!

But In Reality We Are Accompanied By The Whole Dancing Universe.

Dancing Of Late Years Has Been Degraded To The Narrow Limits And Low Professionalism Of Mere Mechanical Proficiency, Associated With The Most Frivolous... Phases Of The Stage. But This Day Is Fading...we Are Turning Our Gaze Inward, Learning To Seek There The Divine Sources Of The Dance, To The End That It May Flower Into New And More Glorious Forms Of Beauty And Wealth

You And I Are But Specks Of That Rhythmic Urge Which Is Brahma, Which Is Allah, Which Is God.

The Gods Have Meant That I Should Dance And By The Gods I Will!