in the tranquil sanctity of our monastery, we often reflect upon the art of ballet, a realm where the isolated movements of the body merge into a harmonious whole. it is a testament to the predispositional grace inherent in the human form, a grace that can flourish under the gentle admonition of a master's guidance. to disaffirm one's earlier missteps and resume from the start is not a sign of failure but a brave acceptance of the path of continuous learning. in this way, the solitary dancer, isolated in the spotlight, becomes a beacon of perseverance and beauty for all who witness their performance.