I have come to think that a human is made of two parts: a head, and a creature.
The creature only does what feels right. The creature can only be honest.
When you sing and dance when your head is quiet and the creature is leading, you are singing or dancing from your creature, or rather, your creature is singing and dancing – the result is pure beauty. The sounds and movements may be strange. But there’ll be something perfectly beautiful about them.
The same is probably true for writing, and story telling, and drawing, and making love, and maybe even talking.
The creature is so good at play.
Play brings the creature out.
And when you watch someone play when they are in their creature, it is hard not to love them.
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