We live in a world where everybody wants to fight but nobody is willing to bleed. At least when I was growing up our fights settled disputes without anyone going to the hospital. There were some unspoken rules about where and when you could hit somebody and it didn't take the Marquis of Queensbury to know what they were. The first bloody nose usually signalled the end of the fight because in Catholic school blood on a white oxford shirt would mean your next fight would be against a nun. Fighting is in our nature but boxing is in our nurture. We fight because we're wired for it. Flip a coin over fight or flight and see what you come up with. When your choices are either A or B, take C. Boxing is blasphemy. Sisyphus with padded gloves. If the gods demand war let them fight.  We'll box instead.