Interpretation can kill experience
“the interpretation of a thing can kill the experience of it”
It’s something my pastor said a while ago when preaching on some poetry from the Bible (Genesis 1), and it resonated with me on a number of levels. True both of the text and other experiences in life: art of all kinds - movies, paintings, poetry - or events like weddings, funerals and going-away parties.
Too often my personality type is naturally bent toward observation and internal reflection - I take things in, break them down and strive understand how pieces fit together. It’s not in itself a bad thing (great if you write software, in fact) but it gets in the way of being more visceral and simply being in the moment, you know?
Maybe that’s why I push myself in dance so much: I get the best of both worlds. I need to anlayze and understand all the little parts of a move as I’m learning it, but when I finally get out on the dance floor my body simply has to take over and know it, and I almost have to let myself be caught up in the moment (the musice, the movement…). 