Thank You Khabib Nurmagomedov
The Eagle’s Flight
The Eagle flew down from the mountains of Dagestan, his talons sharpened by the cold winds, gripping in them was desire. Desire to be the best, a need to be destroy all that dare stand in his way. The Eagle flew in with great speed and power, an unseen tenacity, with an all too familiar invincibility. Ah invincibility, a cliché used to describe so many. When his wings were chopped, many thought it be then end of his “invincibility.” But oh how wrong they were. How wrong the world was. The tenacity of that Dagestani bird, the one who even as an egg powered over mighty bears. That tenacity was his invincibility. When oblivion swallows hope, he flies into the oblivion, that is the level of that Eagle’s tenacity. His beak never bled, his talons sharper, he tore through the petty kings, the demigods, to rise above all to become an immortal. They came for his throne, they mistook him to be a mere mortal in disguise, but he was truly invincible, truly immortal, victory inevitable. The Dagestani Eagle, principled as ever, returned to the mountains to fulfill his promise and leave behind a world still blinking and shaking off his blinding aura. He flew in like a meteor, and left craters which shall evidence his impact. Future generations will be told stories by those who witnessed that glorious flight, they will tell of the immortal invincible Eagle, the one who flew close to the sun and shined so bright that many thought that it was Apollo dragging the fireball across the sky.
Thank You Khabib Nurmagomedov, the best to ever do it.
