Wednesday, May 30, 2012
On The Edge
Blood courses through the veins at an ever increasing rate, collecting cortisol and adrenaline as it roars on. The heart screams of defeat and the muscles ache for reprieve.
The thunderous commotion brewing inside sputters out in sporadic bursts of anticlimactic defeat. Being in the ring with an opponent leaves a feeling of blissful numbness.
Trading blows is the most primal, yet most intense euphoria one can feel.
It's not about the violence.
It's about the physical world.
Civilization is the apex of the evolution of species, but it is out of touch, like looking through a sheet of high-durability, synthetic polymer.
Fighting is a guided tour through the nature that we so admire, yet are unable to confront.
It allows unrestricted access to shards of DNA that allow us to do things that we couldn't imagine otherwise, but are used to cram for tests and to put the finishing touches on presentations.
— Paras Patel, Hidden Valley High School