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		<title>By: WhiteEyebrows</title>
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		<description>&quot;The hard part comes for the dancer at 11am the next morning when he wakes up and discovers that it&#039;s Tuesday at 11am and he&#039;s no longer a glimpse of God, he&#039;s just an aging mortal with really bad knees... and maybe he&#039;s never going to ascend to that height again.  And maybe no one will chant God&#039;s name again as he spins, and what is he then to do with the rest of his life?

&quot;This is hard.  This is one of the most painful reconciliations to make in a creative life.  

&quot;But maybe it doesn&#039;t have to be quite so full of anguish if you never happened to believe that the most extraordinary aspects of your being came from you, but maybe if you just believed they were on loan to you from some unimaginable source for some exquisite portion of your life to be passed along when your finished to somebody else.&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;The hard part comes for the dancer at 11am the next morning when he wakes up and discovers that it&#8217;s Tuesday at 11am and he&#8217;s no longer a glimpse of God, he&#8217;s just an aging mortal with really bad knees&#8230; and maybe he&#8217;s never going to ascend to that height again.  And maybe no one will chant God&#8217;s name again as he spins, and what is he then to do with the rest of his life?</p>
<p>&#8220;This is hard.  This is one of the most painful reconciliations to make in a creative life.  </p>
<p>&#8220;But maybe it doesn&#8217;t have to be quite so full of anguish if you never happened to believe that the most extraordinary aspects of your being came from you, but maybe if you just believed they were on loan to you from some unimaginable source for some exquisite portion of your life to be passed along when your finished to somebody else.&#8221;</p>
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