It is through the ageing of our own bodies that the passing of time is experienced. A time experience which is neither cyclic, governed by the apparition of planets and stars, nor linear, as the modern clock that rolls over an endless rail through historical space.
Time is told in terms of events of ones own life, rather than the passing of calender dates.
Change is measured genealogically in terms of consecutive generations. Memory is as a skeleton of related events joined together by our imagination in such a way that the skeleton can even jig. Dance is probably the earliest art form through which man expresses and communicates his experience of life, from imitation of sound and movement of his direct surroundings, in voice and gestures, to articulate forms of dance and singing. Memory of a previous or pre-natal existence is sometimes individually experienced, but most people have difficulty in remembering their early youth and even difficulty with remembering recent events that, for one reason or another, conscious or not, they prefer not to recall. Contemporary depictions of dancers in pottery, painting, and archaeological discoveries of musical instruments and recorded stories in early manuscripts give us some clues but they also leave much to be guessed.