When knowledge brims our knowing then failure with its blow. Beats down upon our knowing brow when knowing doesn't know. Wear and tear has knitted grooves and fissures through skinny layers of sutured stitch gains. Forgotten fads and laughable designs are embarrassing like varicose veins. Once size and shape that fit me very well are now archeological remains.
Watchers congregate around a circular coliseum of concrete, with asphalt floors.
Fumes of methane and burning rubber reek through every breath drawn. But, for the warrior it is his 'LIFE'. And for him life would not be life if he were not in the competitive field. When the man in black transcended from a warrior into immortality.