and he watches while thinking to himself:
He was getting old anyway right? His joints creaked and cracked from years of arm locks, breaks and strained tendons, but he’d never admit it. He believed everything was in the mind.
Old age, sickness, my inability to attach value to any form of life, even gravity and so on. He also believed that anyone and anything could be cured with the power of positive thinking.
An old school man built of firmer stuff than people nowadays, his muscles were dense and firm, not like a body builder but more like an old oak tree. He had the posture of a warrior king and the knowledge of a high priest which, in a past age, would have made him a king of some Teutonic tribe. You could almost