Clouds are poems, and the most moving poems linger on the blackboard so long, written in cursive so lovely, they also exist inside our fingertips. We never really erase them at the end of the lesson.
Each person may see a fight in different ways. . . They can see more to a primal way. Others they can see in a pure artistic way. . . For me I see the pure artistic way, the way that a true martial artist can show his art.