Why? The first question, the last question. Maybe the worst question, or the best.
Sometimes we turn the gun on movement – “why move?” “why a movement practice?”
That meaninglessness we tremble before… it’s a bogeyman, an illusion. Like phantom pain, a confluence of inputs misinterpreted. A self-induced vertigo, you spin yourself around, then curse at a dizzying world.
A semantic mistake at times – we ask “why” on one level, but the answer we’re looking for exists at another level of analysis. Like trying to ask “why” we exist – there is a layer of evolution, of psychology, of astronomy, of chemistry, of physiology… All contribute, from a different angle.
Sometimes, “why” is best answered by getting more specific, by approaching the problem more closely. Like when it’s time to get down to research, of movement or scientific or otherwise, but you didn’t narrow the field of inquiry, and you’re left battling vertigo. Inevitably, you confront a sense of simultaneous bigness and smallness that you want to run from. But… it’s a bogeyman. Get a little closer, shine the flashlight from the right angle, and you see it’s a mirror reflecting your own emptiness.
And sometimes, it’s best to answer “why” with more work. You’ve asked enough, and the truth doesn’t need more answers. We don’t always need to get closer and closer to some holy grail of an idea, to just the right conceptualization. In all probability, the ideas evoked today to protect yourself from the “why”-monster won’t even serve the same function…
I can’t answer “why”. But… I do know that if I were stuck in a cave with a book for the rest of my life, I would read it over and over again. And we have something infinitely more complex than a book, with infinite more possibilities – our bodies. A small group of humans stuck in the cave would find inside a movement practice a great sense of meaning, in the form of something to keep growing around, to keep struggling with, to keep developing through. It would be a reason to organize yourself as a community.
Guess what… we ARE a small group of humans stuck in a cave.