At first there was force and only force. Force invaded the void and tore the void apart. Only then could force begin its war on formlessness, only then could force begin to mould its forms. Force moulded form both from within and from the outside. This force could not be seen but in its works it could be known. Whatever else Creation threw its way it gave a shape and purpose from the gods. Early on there was a joie de vivre that took the lead. No one was sure enough to say that this came from the head or from the heart, but what was sure was that it crafted the most gorgeous arabesques. Form became a visual form and those with eyes could hear it everywhere. But also in the forms, concealed from all, was surplus energy, a spilling of vitality across the universe. This oomph, this zest, this liveliness, exuberance was looking for an outlet, a channel for its own dispersal -- which in the shape of form it found, and in a form we came to know as dance. This was the Dance of Life. It would become both form and force, and as such was the most contagious thing on earth. The lesser forces moulding form from the outside, forces such as wind, were blown away by it. It gathered up all that was loose and wayward and sewed it back into its masterpiece. The dancer's tresses now were part and parcel of the dancer's form. Her energy flowed on and was the most delightful thing on earth -- until its even more delightful child was born: the love that knitted man into the grand design.
The image is a paper cut-out by Matisse entitled Blue Nude with Flowing Hair