Language and Tango

Face it, you don’t know what I’m going to write next.

That is the beauty of language and communication, you only need to recognise the words to understand the sentence. You don’t even need to know all the words, context will often reveal their meaning.

Besides if you knew what I was going to write next I don’t see the point in me writing it.

And yet there persists this idea that the quick fox jumps over the lazy dog for evermore. Maybe, just once, he doesn’t. Perhaps the dog gets tired of always being outwitted, does some exercise and finally catches the fox.

Tango is not a typing class or a recitation. Tango isn’t even a dance, it’s a language. It is life and living. It is molecules colliding at random that at each instance is unpredictable but over big numbers is describable.