The Art On The Edge Of Chaos
The fighter dances in the chaos-
he stays calm,
he stays loose,
he smiles at chaos,
ready for anything,
even,
death.
He embraces the chaos
and paints a picture on the canvas,
that is the chaos.
A game of millimetres
A life of milliseconds
A gamble of brain cells
Dancing
Taunting
Tempting fate
Smiling at god
Looking the reaper
right in the eyes
and telling the pale rider,
“Catch me if you can.”
The reaper is too slow
The fighter,
the great one,
values his life
He must not be willing the sacrifice it
for just any purpose.
This is key when you constantly tease the reaper.
He must believe in what he can do
In every movement-
every step,
every punch,
all those millimetres
and milliseconds,
he must master them,
and bet his life on them.
The dance on the edge-
the art it produces,
the stories it can tell,
it’s a perfect canvas to create something real.
Slipping
Dodging
Weaving
Making a man miss your chin
Making him desperate
Seeing his eyes panic
Giving him a puzzle
he cannot solve,
as you solve the puzzle,
that is him.
You must be a bit delusional
to be a great fighter.
You must believe in magic.
In the power of the human spirit.
You must believe in ideas,
and it helps,
if you know what you want to stand for-
what you want to represent,
what story you want to tell.
Your philosophy is on full display.
Your spirit, you let everyone see it.
They pay to see it.
They watch you on their screens
and every movement
builds suspense.
It’s one of the purest forms of art.
An ultimate self expression.
The calm in the storm.
The controller of chaos.
The fluid combination of the spiritual
and the physical.
It’s alchemy.
The fighter must be an alchemist .
He must combine his spirit,
with the science,
make it his art,
and express it,
through his physical body,
in order to create something special.
He must capture a moment
and take control of it.
He must stop time
and become one with the moment.
He must control the energy of his opponent
and
everyone in the stadium
and
everyone watching at home
and everyone who might ever watch it,
or hear about it.
For no matter what happens,
energy will be exchanged.
The emotions of the observer
hang in the balance,
it hangs on the edge of chaos.
A fight can inspire a man
and that power-
to inspire people,
to make them believe
to tell them a story,
that’s where the magic lays.
Artists and fighters
really aren’t that different
that way.
-C.H.