For the last couple hours plus I watched some of his most important fights with the greatest boxers of all time.
Ali did not like to by called Clay. His poetry and ambition and personality and soul was to his belief in the power of himself with the help of the spirit.
He built a fortress inside his body and spirit, with the confidence of life's foundations and openness of the temple of the righteous...the supreme.
Ali was bigger than himself, he was the biggest fighter of them all. Not only with his jabs and fists but with also his mind. His mind was more agile than wildlife.
Ali showed the world how the world was is and how the world rewards him with flowers and dreams.
Ali made the world dream about how everyone likes to see themselves in their own brain but couldn't in real life.
Ali gave the world their ultimate dream, but no cigars unless you are Ali.
I checked several of his most important boxing matches, and I listened to his spoken words; Ali was praising himself from true belief that he was the best boxer of all time.
Ali was his own real life dream and our dream. But his was real, ours was just a dream.
There are several documentaries about Ali, some in black and white;...one that I have on DVD and that I highly recommend is:
He was Elvis Presley in the ring, but no guitar only gloves and a pair of trousers and runners on his feet. But he was a singer/poet/songwriter too...like Elvis. ...The show was simply different.
