Born from the ashes of a flaming sphere, our beginning is microscopic, hardly visible, miserable. Moved by some mysterious energy, a shapeless mass of tissues gradually discloses a vaguely recognisable form, a caricature, a mockery, a hopelessly helpless miniature shape which will one day become a man or a woman hauty and confident ready to conquer the world.
As long as one is human, small or big, rich or poor, president or sweeper, it is all the same. Unless there is a fundamental change in the outlook on life, a spiritual search and a sincere aspiration to be more than an ordinary human being, one can never come out of the obscure, ignorant, painful, human existence.
In a personal way, our music and dance have only one purpose to communicate, to get in touch with the Divine and express Him through joy, love and gratitude.
