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“Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me” – a singsong saying, familiar and given by elders, otherwise known as adults, within my childhood village, words meant to toughen me up, to get me to understand that conflict is part of l…

“Good luck on your journey.” says a smiling nurse and it’s slightly jarring to hear such a phrase at a cancer clinic but receiving a cancer diagnosis does indeed mean that a journey is beginning, is already underway.

Almost twenty five years ago I came home from an evening shift at a Group Home here in Australia and turned on the news just after the first plane hit one of the twin towers.

‘Social cohesion’ is what our Prime Minister asks for, almost a plea as well it might be considering that within my lifetime, I’ve yet to see ‘social cohesion’ existing at all – except as wishful thinking.

Gravity is the force which holds the Universe together – or so I was told.

Exquisite patterns cut into the fields of England, made by some intelligence other than human, perhaps, to draw our collective consciousness away from the dreary, predictable political patterns we’re used to living with.

Losing face, saving face?

I take my news from many sources, democrat or republican, labour or liberal, none of these distinctions hold meaning.

All very well to be sure of whatever it is that’s under discussion but certainty doesn’t equate to truth.

Kookaburras scream with laughter as dawn breaks.

Hard to drain a swamp, as Trump promised he’d do, is next to impossible when you’re up to your neck in it.

Once trust is broken I don’t know that it can be restored.

Free speech, freedom of thought, freedom to express opinion, all under threat by the knee-jerk reaction of politicians in Australia to the hideous events at Bondi recently.

A horrible event resulting in grief and loss.

Words and phrases once rarely heard now common currency.

ONLY man made causes of climate change taken into account notwithstanding the natural variables and leaving out the cycles of the sun completely.

I’ll watch the television news only to see what the local focus is.

It’s such a tired and useless phrase – ‘Conspiracy theory.’

What a dreadful burden it is to be born a Jew, to think and be indoctrinated from birth to think you’re chosen and, by extension, perhaps that makes you special.

The anniversary of 9/11 approaches.

The brightly coloured but slightly shabby fairground carousel, the world event stream, goes round and round, speeds up to such a pace that it’s hard to recall what happened yesterday let alone what the various histories may reveal.

Over 400 citizens in Britain arrested and facing jail time for holding placards stating ‘I oppose genocide.

Wonderful to witness the walk by thousands across the Harbour Bridge, all in support of an end to the slaughter in Gaza.

I don't know what I don't know so I listen to the voices of reason.

‘Carbon Footprint’ and the ‘Federal Reserve.’

Words change their meaning thus the discrimination that we all use every day to know right from wrong, to choose our interests, to enable us to vote for one party or another, to choose a religion or not, that discrimination – a positive – has become a neg…

Everywhere societies are hollowed out, the struggle is to survive rather than thrive.

Cicadas sing ecstatic, mysterious years spent underground then they burrow up and find a spot in which to chorus in their thousands, their millions.

Whatever the result in the American election there’ll likely be trouble.

The drivel, lies and utter nonsense presented by Israel as ‘facts’ are obscene.

First there was a failure of intelligence – so runs the official story of 9/11.

Cruelty Soup The lines are getting longer For the poor and the dispossessed As the men about the kitchen juggle sauce for more is less And it’s nowhere near better As the vultures hold and swoop On the nearest hapless fellow drinking cruelty soup ‑ cruelty

A half truth is a lie no matter how much lipstick is applied.

I’ve had my biblical three score years and ten … and a bit more, learnt very little and much of that has had to be discarded.

The moon that’s avoided – it’s as though a firewall exists within our consciousness that allows for roughly 10% of our capacities to be used and – as for the rest?

If I’d been asked, until recently, what an etymologist does I might have hazarded a guess that it is someone who studies butterflies rather than someone who investigates the derivation of words.

and absolutely the truth of the matter

Not a subject I often raise largely because there's little to nothing that can be done except to mentally prepare.

I was in the garden looking for my carbon footprint and couldn’t find it anywhere until I retreated indoors, researched and discovered that BP – that well known oil company – wanted to take the focus for pollution away from the oil companies and place it…

letter to editor, not often written, not often printed.

Is there a graveyard for ancient gods?

Can there be such a thing as a quiet uproar?

even a voice such as mine, tiny in influence, doesn't escape notice as an email arrives, vaguely threatening no doubt because I will speak out about the glaring deceits we're fed - in this case the horrors of Gaza, not a war, how can it be?

it's a dangerous failing of Bandzoogle that they allow Youtube but not Bitchute nor Rumble both of which are far superior to Youtube in terms of free speech. https://www.bitchute.com/video/SVhATuVMhvYZ/?

Grief may well be close to universal within the human family but humanity is not.