Nothing compares to the purity
of human combat
. Our eyes locked on each other, reflexes
pumped and twitching, ready to burst. All thought and memory vanish; my only world and purpose is to fight
, to fight! It is an indescribable sensation. Only in battle
can I understand what it really means to think of nothing, to live in the moment and act on pure instinct
is no longer pain. It is viewed through a lens of objectivity and adrenaline
, and serves only as a beacon that I have made a mistake. It is not until long after your fist
solidly connects that I acknowledge the aching rib cage, the bruised muscle. In a fight, the mind switches gears
and becomes completely animal
and yet completely mechanical
. All my eyes see are calculations
of time, distance, possibility when my gaze flits across your face, your fists, your legs, your eyes. The shout that tears from my throat as I connect is nothing of human invention
, but a primal
display of power.
And in the shadow of this intimate violence everything else pales. The cinematic light from a screen, the words of a textbook, even the warm thoughts of love become weak, meaningless, and cold. It is in the urge to defeat my opponent that life is truly lived. I revert to my basic hunter's nature, and become one with the blood, the breath, the skin.. and the fight.