Rodgers > Random Reflection from a Car Crash

It is a mysterious dance. Colored shells encapsulating real people: spinning, gleaming, moving together in motion. The rhythm is disrupted with a collision. The dancers swerve- the pieces are broken.  Around the twisted metal they fly- like bees swarming they part and reconvene. The dance doesn’t stop for tragedy, it flows around it. What is the rhythm of life and death? Of the ebb and flow of humanity? There is a door that can only be opened in death, and a life that stretches farther than the constraints of time. Are you ready?