A true martial artist is:
As passionate as fire
As fluid as water
As steady as stone
And as fierce as the winds
Martial arts is not in the motion.
It is in the ebb and flow of the blood
in your veins, the rise and fall of the
breath in your lungs, and in the firing of
the synapses of your brain. When in combat
I see my body as a machine, unremarkable on the
outside but on the inside a complex and beautiful
masterpiece of flesh, blood, and bone. All of it
centered around a powerful furnace in which emotion
is the fuel for the fire that burns. In combat we must
remember that the true enemy is not the person standing
before us, it is ourselves, our faults and imperfections
and as we fight we are smelting ourselves in the fires of our wills
and purifying ourselves so that we may come out whole and perfect