Another day in paradise
Cape Cornwall - 5am.
"Armstrong won the Tour de France from 1999-2005 after recovering from testicular cancer that had spread to his lungs and brain."
I see Armstrong is going to be interviewed by Oprah next week.
Putting aside the moral question of cheating, personally I think we should look closer at the drugs he is alleged to have taken, beating off a particularly nasty form of cancer and then enabling him to beat the worlds finest in the most gruelling of sports.
Cheat? Maybe. Pioneering test bed? Absolutely.
St Michael’s Mount
All cowboys at heart
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
Citizenship In A Republic, Theodore Roosevelt.
Sorbonne, Paris. 23 April, 1910
Been pondering the notion of coincidence.
Simply a series of unrelated events occurring at the same time?
Or a pre-ordained intersection of situations?
Most will feel happier believing that coincidence is just that, nothing more than events linked by chance.
But that assumes that time is impartial. And I doubt very much that it is.
Think of time as a co-conspirator, and everything changes.