power of love. "We are an impossibility in an impossible universe," he said, "the miracle of matter an form making itself into imagination and will... the Life Force experiment with forms."

Bradbury loved imagining possible worlds. That's a social activist's, or any citizen's, first and highest duty: To imagine a better world. And while he loved our human possibilities, he was no technocratic slave. He thought that e-book readers were "burnt metal."

Ray Bradbury's politics were the politics of emotion: hope, love, joy, wonder. They were the politics of truth -- at any price. They were the politics of justice. They were the politics of becoming more fully human. They were not the politics of techno-faddism or technofascism. And they were never, never the politics of the inevitable. Above allfor the entire five minutes of the opening round.

The second round is where everything seemed to change. Like an episode of The Twilight Zone, Sonnen just didn't seem himself. A failed takedown attempt lead to the wrestler being forced to strike with the champion.

One spinning back fist whiff later and Sonnen found himself sitting on his rear end, looking up at his adversary walking over to deliver a devastating knee. The image of Sonnen sitting in the cage while Silva strolled over to him is literally worth 1,000 words.

After such a dominating first round, where did it all go wrong for Sonnen?

It wasn't the spinning back fist, the legal/illegal knee, the grease, the shorts grabbing or any other moves that caused Sonnen to lose. It was the man