The artist one day falls through a hole in the brambles and from that moment he is following the dark rapids of an underground river which may sometimes flow so near to the surface that the laughing picnic parties are heard above.
Purity engenders Wisdom Passion avarice and Ignorance folly infatuation...
Wushu is a move in Chinese a physical move. An attack. Wushu is like an art.
The beauty one can find in art is one of the pitifully few real and lasting products of human endeavor.
