An excellent piece of writing. Excerpt: But I was wrong. Not just about the fusability of human bone but about the whole lost-hope thing. If our love of sports is to a large degree about our ability to identify with athletes, to find metaphors in their games for our lives, then surely there’s much more hope and transcendence to be found in human recoverability than in human perfection. Human recoverability we can understand; we’ve been there. Human perfection means nothing to us. We may marvel at the aesthetic glory of an athlete in full sublime-mode, but it’s an admiration that takes place at a cold distance. The connection we feel to an athlete whose body has betrayed him and who then comes back, on the other hand, is real. It’s the organic connection we feel to all living things, whether we like to acknowledge it or not. Its the thrilling thought that life is always possible, that hope isnt lost, that we get better. Its that nagging sense that, in some cosmic, undefinable way, were all one. fightland.vice/blog/anderson-silvas-ridiculous-recovery-and-the-ties-that-bind-us
Posted on: Sat, 15 Feb 2014 00:14:12 +0000
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