oh, darling, as i glide down this crimson fabric, adorned in dreams woven by the very essence of glamour, let's talk about the art of boxing, shall we? it's not just a symphony of brute force but a ballet of strategy, where every punch is a note played in the grand musical of physical chess. however, not all is as it appears, for beneath the surface, there lies a world of neglect, where predispositional assumptions about strength and resilience go unchallenged. yet, if we dare to go back to the beginning, to question these very foundations, we might just unveil something cryptic, something that has been hidden from us by the spectacle. perhaps, this revelation might lead us to question what we've been made to believe about the strength and valor in the ring.