Turning and turning in the widening gyre
While there is certainty in numbers there is also a element of unpredictability when a given outcome falls outside the parameters of the rules said numbers adhere to.
As it is with betting theory where given outcome will be achieved for a percentage of results, what of those results that fall outside ?
Why don’t they follow the rules ? why does something unpredictable happen when given all things equal it should be predictable, how does a mans leg break in half when he is doing something he has done thousands of times before ?
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Why as someone ages do they get worse ?
Is it truly their age or is it something else ? Why does more experience often make us worse at a given activity, ask any impotent man he will look at you with a sad forlorn look in his droopy eye, his shoulders sag even further , rumpled soup splatter shirt tells the story of what he had for lunch, but no answer is forthcoming.
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Time will get us all, even the best become mediocre.
So to with peace, eventually it will lead to war, friendship to hate. victory to defeat.
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
Take a man, just a man, with a mans courage, you know hes nothing but a man and he can never fail, no one but a pure at heart may find the golden grail – then he gets knocked to the bloody mat, courage he has in full but even a ice cold chin eventually expires.
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
What then of those who lead a trail of failure throughout their careers till that moment that just won’t come, in fact does ?
How is the corner turned when before it was but a wall.
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity
Certainty in sports is a failure for the viewer, it has lost the ability to enthrall us in a what could possibly happen next context.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Its said that cardio is a weapon, so too is a sword, but a broken sword is like a blunt pencil, so too when cardio goes all that is left is wits, technique, & a thirst for victory. But there are intangibles, technique can be taught, so too mental toughness, but that burning desire ? the flame burns brighter or it dims, smoke fills the air above.
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
All things change, but only change remains constant, as there is progress there is regress, the yin & yang but where the balance lies is unknown till the bell tolls
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Tattoo theory, Better Christian theory, Receding Hairline theory are tuning forks, where lies the scales, to the fore or to the past ?
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man
Demeanor tells us much, but it also masks even more
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds
There is power in stillness, while those around you dance, it is the one standing aloof that must be watched out for, least you trip over his foot.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Jon Jones to win, it has been foretold, bet your house on it, anything less would be uncertain & thoroughly unpredictable
