There I was looking at a small selection of Buddhist statues when a young woman struck up a conversation with me. She described the fortieth case of the Mumonkan . This was not a tack that I'd even considered. Perhaps I'd been involved in the practice too long, and wasn't picking up how all this might look to someone not engaged in Zen training. But no, she was missing the point of the action.
Dancing can be like that.
It can be unsettling to the observer. It's all so primitive, so uncontrolled, so exciting. Standing outside and looking in, dancing is uncomfortable making. It must be experienced to really be understood. The foot kicking over the water jug must be my foot for me to really understand.