There's No Such Thing As A Perfect

However, The Moral Center Of New York City, I Believe, Is The New York City Ballet.

And It Is Always Easter Sunday At The New York City Ballet. It Is Always Coming Back To Life. Not Even Coming Back To Life - It Lives In The Constant Present.

The Life Of A Dancer Is Tragically Short. What Is Remarkable About The New York City Ballet Is That It Makes Us Forget That. Because It Keeps The Ballet Alive.

People Rewrite The Play So Much To Make It Palatable To The Audience, To Make Something Clear, That They Just Deaden It. Like It Was Left It In The Oven Too Long.

What We're Dealt With Hopefully Is Two Arms, Two Eyes, Two Legs, A Head, A Heart. The Variations, The Extensions, The Possibilities Of The Human Body, What That Can Do