Maybe compression is the reason why we do what we do.
It's funny how, everyday we learn things about ourselves and others.
In athletics some speak of "white moments," (like in that Kevin Costner baseball movie when he wills himself to "clear the mechanism") chunks of time when our focus and attention to detail are at their greatest. These chunks sometimes last the entirety of say 45 seconds - or less - but can last up to several hours or days.
But for most of us mere mortals, several minutes of this level of intensity is enough to show us what we need to know.
Our sporting/fighting/athletic endeavors sometimes create a compressed "hypertime" or "hyper-reality" where everything is magnified +100,000X and we get our learning in the most minute fractions of our existence ...
Moments where you are forced to live in the here and now or perish (sometimes literally).
What makes this hyper-existence special isn't just in living in the moments themselves - for they extend beyond and out into the realm of other's worlds and existences. If these moments were fishing stories, they are the ones that you'd still be sitting around the campfire with your favorite flavor of Grog and recanting with such great levels of detail that it makes all others around you sick to "hear that damn story again" - 25 years after the fact.
The problem is we (the storytellers) know how important and transitory these moments are - especially in the formation of who we are as beings. A literall lifetime wrapped up inside two seconds or three two-minute rounds; our interaction with the Universe stripped bare and laid bare before all souls. The beautiful essance of who we are.
Compressed Rockabily Riot Act. (I have no idea what that means, but it came out so there you have it.)
