{"id":4010,"date":"2014-04-12T11:11:52","date_gmt":"2014-04-12T11:11:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/crankpunk.com\/?p=4010"},"modified":"2014-04-12T11:20:24","modified_gmt":"2014-04-12T11:20:24","slug":"pascale-honore","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/crankpunk.com\/ja\/2014\/04\/12\/pascale-honore\/","title":{"rendered":"Pascale Honore: paraplegic surfer"},"content":{"rendered":"

just because.<\/p>\n

\u00a0…Come, my friends, <\/em>
\n \u2019Tis not too late to seek a newer world. <\/em>
\n Push off, and sitting well in order smite <\/em>
\n The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds <\/em>
\n To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths <\/em>
\n Of all the western stars, until I die. <\/em>
\n It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: <\/em>
\n It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, <\/em>
\n And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. <\/em>
\n Tho\u2019 much is taken, much abides; and tho\u2019 <\/em>
\n We are not now that strength which in old days <\/em>
\n Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; <\/em>
\n One equal temper of heroic hearts, <\/em>
\n Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will <\/em>
\n To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.<\/em><\/p>\n

Tennyson, Ulyssees<\/em><\/p>\n