Iron Fists, iron love

I watched a good part of the movie The Man with the Iron Fists (2), featuring RZA last night. I don’t watch many movies. What got my attention was a scorpion fight the villagers in the town were having.

Imagine that: two scorpions fighting. No lost love there.

This is my first post on the new blog. We’re trying to build up defenses. Moving away from the scum and litter that was pinging my Blogger site. I won’t even post a warning or redirect from my old used and abused Blogger site.  This blog, although public, is not advertised and and has been introduced by invitation only.

My loyal readers will have a better experience here. I will ban and refuse access to any readers that abuse the TCOU, something I could not do on a Blogger account.

Because this blog is not for everybody. This is a blog for winners. For people that are serious about their careers and leadership in their field.

I particularly liked the song Teaching of a Ronin with Zack Hemsey .

Beautiful lyrics

“
Dogma looks but never peers through the smog

So in the clear will appear that black swan

To trap love you must wade through the fog

But try to grab it once you have it then it’s gone

Now some never see beyond these walls

And some never see those worms that crawl

But mind your step or you will trip on pride’s fall

Trust no man if his head above all

Stance still like the world on pause Eased breath of a wind pre-storm

Firm grasp, let the blade conform

Manifest thy will, transform

Become sword unsheathed, cut raw.

Become myth turned life, real lore Meet the rage on the field of war

But never drink of the blood that pours upon ruin and behold these ways

When you remove that leash then you’ll end the dog days

Only by hand can you turn that page

Only keys of integrity unlock that cage

If you swim in foul play you will live among plague

If you cut a man’s spirit he will bleed just the same

When you linger in the desert don’t expect to find rain

And if you wish to know peace you must come to know pain

Every pioneer leaves a home of the brave

Every last deed has a seed that remains

And with every backlash some are shocked and afraid

But you will never see the light if you refuse to leave shade

This that jewel of the master

Steady wins the race though impatience runs it faster

Turn to face the dragon as it brews your disaster

Ride upon it’s back breathing flames with a rapture In this world only victory or capture

Never sleep until that Reaper come and snatch ya

And you can’t starve with a belly full of laughter

Learn to take risk so reward can come after

We all the same but ain’t no two of us alike

And when push come to show you abstain from the fight

Receive the match of life but then decline to ignite

That’s what the sage calls the wrong of two rights

So live or die, choose the former or the latter

Walk that tight rope but don’t fall to the flatter

Hit ’em with the truth and that body gone shatter

I call that mind over matter

Real talk, this ain’t the rhyming of a rapper It’s expression of my heart but all these people got it backwards

Jam me in a box but I don’t fit inside your pattern

Maybe now they’ll get the message when these lyrics gone and slapped ’em

So pay attention to the key of my tone I can lend a hand but I can’t save your soul

And if you want a leader you should lead yourself home I call my own shots, I won’t sit in your throne.”

These lyrics, from a rap song, are just as deep as the Mediations by Aurelius or Plato’s Discourses.

Welcome to the new interface.

Quote of the day: “Where there’s iron, there’s rust. Yet rust first arrives when the iron is not being used.” – Chinese proverb, Thaddeus (RZA) in The Man with the Iron Fists (2)