[Main line: The fox ballet dancer's journey of awakening to the art of life]
She thought of the emotion that was as short-lived as a spring night but integrated into her flesh and blood, of the suffocation and struggle in pain, and of the new life growing quietly in her belly.
The nature that is short-lived, cool, but covers all things breeds spring.
The cruelty and splendor of nature, coldness and warmth, destruction and rebirth, all coexist so contradictoryly and so inevitably.
Her personal experience, in the face of this grand natural narrative, is both small and great. Because she is given the power to create life, it has a meaning that transcends the individual.
