EVil and Hero

It’s hard to find words these days. The sadness we feel as outsiders cannot begin to approach the mind numbing grief of anyone who looses a loved one, anywhere on this planet, before time would have suggested such a moment. For it to happen by mindless violence is an obscenity. Where it ends I know not. Though I would never condone it, I think I can understand the pain in a soul that would lead to retribution against those that may harm you or those close to you.But to take it out on innocents who have personally done nothing to hurt or aid those that you have grievances against, will always be an act of cowardice to me. Just watched my boyhood hero Jack Nicklaus play his last ever hole of competitive golf at the Open at St Andrews. Amazing scenes and befitting of such a giant of a figure in sport. The affection he is held in was so obvious and, though it remains a mystery and part of this great walk, it is always sad when some things have to end.