Reply to Wosret Well, a jig is a kind of dance; a lively dance. So, it is a form of dancing. Thus is defined as 'therefore' or 'as a result or consequence of this.'
So, saying thus as the describing one self would be like saying I am what I am currently, which is a fair statement. I just wanted to be clear on what you meant.
I am no longer young, but I am what I am doing, what I have done, what I hope I will have done yet, what I did not do, what I would have done, and what I would not have done. There were a thousand forks in the road, a thousand paths I chose, a thousand paths I therefore could not choose. I have taken high roads and low roads, reached higher than my grasp and stooped low enough to be contemptuous. I loved, I hated, I was exceedingly indifferent. I worked hard, I barely worked at all. I was creative and insightful, I was conventional and and obtuse. I was a libertine, I was a puritan. I am a believer, I am an apostate...
I, like you, am all manner of things, changing and constant, this today, that tomorrow, but still me.
I am a man, only when measured.
In a space between good and evil, suspended by belief.
I am the choice.
A vessel, one body fully capable of sensation.
I am a thought, to you.
I am non-existent to others.
A mystery to many, including myself.
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Not really. More like responding to the question "what's dancing?" by doing a jig.
So, saying thus as the describing one self would be like saying I am what I am currently, which is a fair statement. I just wanted to be clear on what you meant.
A person of no wants or desires
I go unseen
A creature with no emotional fires
I pass time by
a being with no life or age
I cannot cry
An entity without love or rage
I have no face
A ghost without home or relation
I cannot embrace
An apparition without touch or sensation
I cannot resist
A thing of human creation
I do not exist
A personification of our lack of perfection.
I, like you, am all manner of things, changing and constant, this today, that tomorrow, but still me.
In a space between good and evil, suspended by belief.
I am the choice.
A vessel, one body fully capable of sensation.
I am a thought, to you.
I am non-existent to others.
A mystery to many, including myself.
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass...
Whole thing: http://whitmanarchive.org/published/LG/1891/poems/27
Using words, probably, though I cannot entirely rule out the possibility of interpretative dance!
Not being scribed, I see no reason to.