Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests.
I'll dig with it.
How can I know what I think till I see what I say?
E. M. Forster
The implications of this for our sense of what people say or write about their experiences of dance (or art in general) is extremely complex. In this context, however, I think it is valid to suggest that the process of thought making cannot be simply dismissed as distorting an original experience that exists outside of thought. Rather the process of consciously digging with the pen or with our mind is what makes the experience an experience and the thought a thought.