I am alert for a cubic centimeter of chance to come my way as I flirt with swallowing the red pill to access the Tango Matrix. Don Juan in Carlos Castenada’s book, Journey to Ixtlan, explains the cubic centimeter of chance:
“All of us, whether or not we are warriors, have a cubic centimeter of chance that pops out in front of our eyes from time to time. The difference between an average man and a warrior is that the warrior is aware of this, and one of his tasks is to be alert, deliberately waiting, so that when his cubic centimeter pops out he has the necessary speed, the prowess to pick it up… Usually we are too busy, or too preoccupied, or just too stupid and lazy to realize that that is our cubic centimeter of luck. A warrior, on the other hand, is always alert and tight and has the spring, the gumption necessary to grab it.”
In my own words a cubic centimeter of chance is a portal to vast life change that opens but for a short time – a few seconds to perhaps a few days. Once that portal closes, it is closed forever, and you may have to wait years before another comes your way. However, once you step through this portal, your life immediately executes a profoundly different beneficial trajectory.
Throughout the world of Argentine Tango, I believe these special portals emerge more often than with other activities, because what Tango demands. Tango demands of its participants: greater intimacy; reflections of social status; a look at social behaviors; greater awareness of personal beliefs of self and others; examination of relationships with friends and significant others; and understand and feeling more deeply our own body. Tango demands act as lightening rods, attracting portals to vast life change, similar to how psychotherapy and other personal growth modalities attract portals.
I have missed possible portals, or cubic centimeter of chances. For example, I once stood in line at a Wild Oats grocery store in Santa Fe, New Mexico. A woman and I made eyes at each other. I felt some knowing and depth with her, way more than simple chemistry. A portal opened, yet I did not jump through it by talking with her.
I wonder to this day if my life would have taken a profoundly different beneficial trajectory. Perhaps in talking with her we would have hooked up, I would have begun an amazing relationship and moved to Santa Fe. Perhaps she would have imparted life changing information, or conceivably nothing would have come of it. I still wonder…
What other cubic centimeter of chances have I missed? What if a portal I already let go offered a red pill to the Tango Matrix?