Translator: Jungmin Hwang Reviewer: Lisa Rodriguez
(Music)
The space between a paper and a pen.
The space between the ear and the vibration of sound.
The space between movement and destination.
The space where details are found.
The space.
Small details of the face,
like when an eyebrow is raised
or a mouth is opened in awe.
And a certain stillness is found.
The breath that has a rise and a fall.
And a little bit of movement goes a long way,
just as giant objects in space
move a degree and send waves throughout our universe.
Einstein's Theory of General Relativity,
a century later, finally accepted as fact.
And radicalism is generally as relative as that.
Creating a wave, affecting your surroundings.
Ideas that turn into words that turn into movements.
Structure, to serve as a vase,
that can be reshaped, reframed, recreated.
Get to know the rules before you bend them.
To see the line, bend it and discover new directions.
Playing with the pliability of the space.
Space.
You have to know the rules before you bend them,
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to know what cord does what before you make the cut.
Elevating your mind to start drawing lines and connecting dots.
Forming concepts to piece the puzzle.
Forging words to shape the sentences.
To forge the words that either unite
or untie.
And while the difference between the two words on paper
is just a matter of an "I" and a "T";
a matter of it;
it matters.
Because that's just it, isn't it?
To untie what doesn't resonate
and to unite like minds.
Moving us forward in the flow.
Understanding the ebb along with it.
To find those spaces.
The space between a paper and a pen.
The space between the ear and the vibration of sound.
The space between movement and destination.
The space where details are found.
The space.
(Applause)