Two brave men choose to stand in a ring together, leaving their assigned corner to fight each other with nothing more than their fists. Clenching their fists that shelter their lifes - their past, present and future. Turning them into organic bullets, taking their lifes into their own hands, targeting the other - both with the same intention. Both with the same motivation and passion.
The rivals face is to the combatants life itself. To some even the image of God and therefore prohibited in the past - as disfiguring the face is to them insulting God...
These fighters choose to challenge life in an intimate close - combat, knowing too well that just as in life outside the ring, no fight is bloodless. But fear has no seat in the ring.
Boxing is not only about facing life or punching it in its face, it is mastering the way of life by keeping distance to it, studying it and studying oneself in order to be able to recognize and utilize the momentum - as every rival has its weakness. Leading it, is making the fight yours. Perfectionism is a knock out. Beating life gratification.
In memory of Rocky Marciano, Muhammed Ali and James J. Braddock.
