Sweat seems to bleed / like pride from their bones.
The storm before the calm.
In The Land of Poetry and Fighting, Efficiency rules the throne. I try to live here, so I shave my head because hair is dead and dead is inefficient.
A counter to a jab is a left hook. What’s the counter to prejudice?
What's not there is.
The taste of moon's song.
Blood cannot be without dancing. There is no dancing without blood.
Dew moves mountains.
Concrete breathes sun's heat.
In other words, I tasted a different drug. A drug called progress.
I turn to Willa Cather’s quote: Artistic growth is, more than it is anything else, a refining of the sense of truthfulness. The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great a...
The historic beauty of BJJ rests not with its ability to allow a smaller man to maim a larger man, but with its ability to allow any man of any size to survive.
The weight of wait.
So much of control is not authoritative action but mindful waiting.
To live meant feeding my former self to my current self.
The ribboned gallons that rule us like beliefs rooted in single experiences.
My next fight would not be measured in rounds, but throughout a lifetime. It would sustain and fulfill me longer than anything in the cage could. My opponent, my fight, would be against the slipping a...
I didn’t want anybody seeing my fire until I burned them with it.
Unreality cooled reality’s burn.
...real childhood scars heal, but not when band-aids replace self-reflection.
