Seeing is its own act, its own purpose. Just like dancing - doing the dance does what it needs to do. There's no ancilliary action, no intermediary function, particularly no mind-chatter or interpretation, required. Just dance - just see.
It's the image, once seen, that goes to work in the mind and begins developing - multiplying - bearing fruit. It stays with you, after you've seen it.
Openness to the image, to what you are seeing, is the bravest of actions. For an unspun, unprotected gaze is truly being seen by the image. Letting the image see you - and more, enter into you. We are impregnated by images.
The music for this week's rite is Tchaikovsky's The Maid of Orleans - about Joan of Arc, one of my patron saints - with Irina Arkhipova and Sergei Yavkovenko; the Orchestra and Chorus of the Moscow Radio, with Gennady Rozhdestvensky conducting.
