The small growing uneasiness begins in the pit of her stomach, growing louder and pushes out at her muscles. She feels trapped in discomfort and the inability to move, to do, to feel herself in action, stimulated and awake. Awareness is found in the stillness of thought and dance of action, the point of creation, and in the stimulation of doing. If she is forced into inactivity, she feels herself push out against the walls of her skin and the pain becomes unbearable in its desire. Her world must be the flying free of constraints that bind. Stagnation is death.