Aesthetically strong, and capable, is no longer enough.
Has it ever been?
Was that what the 90's were all about?
One must actually be strong and capable.
The yogi will say it is all yoga
The strong will say it is all strength
The movers will say it is all movement
The endurant will say it is all endurance
The introspective will say it is all mind
They are not wrong; there is inaccuracy in the statements.
There is inaccuracy in the view.
In fact, it is all of it.
It is not either/or... This method, or that method.
It is and/both... It is that method, and this method.
The uncompromising man is no longer valued for his indignation, but his open application of subtle, and major, process shifts which allow him to work.
The uncompromising piece is not his method. Rather it is the ritualistic tossing out of, or complete ignorance of, the bullshit.
A note on "The Bullshit"...
...There is a lot of it. As there are a lot of bulls, and they shit. It smells, and flies are attracted to it. It is toxic, very toxic, and over time the bullshit is broken down and only then can it yield a benefit for the soil, for the grass, for the plants, for life. Only when broken down can it facilitate "The Growth."
Later a new bull will eat that grass, and again produce the bullshit.
A note on "The Bullshit"...
This matter is neither good nor bad. It merely is...
Therefore, let us bring this into reality, and out of the figurative.
Zumba was birthed from a mind. It is an idea, image and plan of three gentlemen.
Zumba is indicative of the bullshit.
People flock to Zumba and these people are the flies. They lay eggs in the shit and produce more flies that seek more shit.
Shit, more specifically bullshit, is toxic and you can only go on a steady diet of it for so long.
Commercially packaged manure comes composted, but if you collect fresh manure, you’ll need to do some composting before applying it to your plants. How long depends on the type of manure and the season. Add the manure slowly to the compost pile over several days or weeks, allowing plenty of air to circulate in the compost bin. Add other organic matter like grass clippings and leaves to break up the manure and speed curing. Turn the compost regularly as you add more manure. Stop adding the manure two months before you plan to use it in the garden. You’ll know the manure is well composted when it produces no heat and loses most of its objectionable odor when dry.
Over time, the breakdown ensues. Zumba breaks down into what it is, and we unearth the discipline of dance.
Salsa, Merengue, Bachata, Hip-Hop, Jazz, Swing.
Yet, this is more of the bullshit. Shit on top of more shit.
Manure consists of three basic elements critical to plant health: nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium. Nitrogen allows plants to produce the proteins needed to build living tissue for green stems, strong roots, and lots of leaves. Phosphorus helps move energy throughout the plant, especially important in maturing plants. Potassium aids plants in adapting sugars needed in growth and is especially helpful in root crops. Together, these three elements form that magic formula, N-P-K, the backbone of all fertilizers, man-made or organic.
As we break down styles of dance we realize that it is a series of movements composed and practiced to bring a recognition of elegance, grace and beauty. Furthermore, this can illicit a sense of excitement, joy or just plain arousal... sexual arousal, to be precise. Even celebratory/spontaneous dance, is dance... It is movement. These are the beneficial pieces, as you can do more with them. They don't break down. They are beneficial, they aid.
National Geographic noted when coming back from the hunt, the Hadza tribe will break into dance. When idle, and in need of entertainment, they will break into dance. Completely informal... In fact, the most important Hadza ritual is the epeme dance, which takes place on moonless nights. Men and women divide into separate groups. The women sing while the men, one at a time, don a feathered headdress and tie bells around their ankles and strut about, stomping their right foot in time with the singing. Supposedly, on epeme nights, ancestors emerge from the bush and join the dancing. One night as the researcher watched the epeme, he spotted a teenage boy, Mataiyo, sneak into the bush with a young woman. Other men fell asleep after their turn dancing. Like almost every aspect of Hadza life, the ceremony is informal, with a strictly individual choice of how deeply to participate.
This brings to light the notion of Participation.
Participation, is a choice.
The hippies in the building hear "connectedness," or whatever.
I hear participation.
Whether watching the dance, providing the sounds to dance to or getting involved in the dance... Where there is a discipline, there is participation.
...And that, my friends, is the most tangible form of humanity - our choice to participate in the beneficial elements of our culture, society and community.
The bullshit is, and always will be. As long as there is consumption.
Our job is to break it down, distill it and derive the benefit from its non-toxic elements, the disciplines. Then choose our depth of participation in the result.
It is not bad to watch, and it is fun to play.