It won't be the rain that didn't stop Nor the floods that threatened our safety.

It won't be the fires that were too close to home Nor the heat that made the air thick.

It won’t be the many signs we ignored While working in our air-conditioned offices, To make the rusty machine spit soot.

It won’t be the families forced to leave their homes. The end will come with our kids; Deprived and uncertain.

Their future robbed and ours to dust.

How swiftly the strained honey of afternoon light flows into darkness

and the closed bud shrugs off its special mystery in order to break into blossom:

as if what exists, exists so that it can be lost and become precious.


Doublethink means the power of holding two contradictory beliefs in one's mind simultaneously, and accepting both of them.

Order and chaos is the same thing.

You know I always find it interesting who history chooses to do something important.

Every morning I awake torn between a desire to save the world and an inclination to savor it. This makes it hard to plan the day. But if we forget to savor the world, what possible reason do we have for saving it? In a way, the savoring must come first.

Life would go on as it had always gone on – that is, badly.

It is difficult to characterise in a single phrase the devastation that the plausible evidence presented in this proceeding forecasts for the children. As Australian adults know their country, Australia will be lost and the world as we know it gone as well. The physical environment will be harsher, far more extreme and devastatingly brutal when angry. As for the human experience – quality of life, opportunities to partake in nature’s treasures, the capacity to grow and prosper – all will be greatly diminished. Lives will be cut short. Trauma will be far more common and good health harder to hold and maintain. None of this will be the fault of nature itself. It will largely be inflicted by the inaction of this generation of adults, in what might fairly be described as the greatest inter-generational injustice ever inflicted by one generation of humans upon the next. To say that the children are vulnerable is to understate their predicament.


I wanted to make a list of all the things That made me feel warm and content.

  • A drink that goes down smooth
  • Footsteps on boardwalks
  • Hot cup of tea after a big breakfast
  • The quiet of a reading nook
  • Being remembered by distant friends
  • A deep breath amongst trees
  • Laughter

This list sounds like poetry to me, And that too fills me with warmth.

The way we talk to our children becomes their inner voice.

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