Dance: The experience of life, the act of being, is the gestalt. Try as we might to represent this ‘gestalt life’ in our objects and devices we achieve only dead simulacrum. A cicadas empty shell. The true beast of life has disappeared in the stream of moments. You cannot step into the same stream twice nor expect to find the cicada anywhere. You are the cicada, growing out of your husk from moment to moment, this moment, this is the work of art. Art is flesh and thought animated and manifested in every passing moment, until it stops.