The Rapture: Australia Undone

  A crystal lake above the sky. An eternity moving amongst us. It hurt to type, everything hurt, and so it was, the chaos, hypocrisy, theatre of American politics, contrasted against our own dull fare.  Australia was dull some days, you couldn't deny that, well at least the politics of it all. The news sites with no news. The debates with no topic. The cars queued at intersections. The beauty of the landscapes.  All of it conspired to kill all conversation, all controversy, and here, here, he was just damned cold.  Hottest day in history the headlines screamed, but it was all bullshit. They owned the media. They constructed the narrative. They deceived us at every turn.  And so, lie quiet, lie low, present a minimum target, go about your deadly routines. Sacrifice all for nothing.  Rise up. Rise up. Be a hero in your own day.  For blessed art thou, to know this moment of peace. HEADLINES SKY NEWS ‘Change the world’: Albanese blasted over broken aged ca...

  They swam through the treacled air. We were enormously expansive, in contact with others of our kind, and yet isolated, here on this patch of ground, as the garden took shape, as the days rolled by, as he wrote about local councils and community gardens and the restoration of historic boats for the local newspaper; as love and hope and progeny drifted in and out of view, as stern voices raised him up and a terrible pleading took them down amidst the rushes and the frequent interspersions, interventions, interruptions of the data stream, time does that, and so the purpose of it, the warning, for those who can hear, for those who can see.  His head was cloudy. No one unified purpose. Except, perhaps, to survive. But nonetheless the country was at its worse, as if the American Democrats had dictated all our public policies and then deserted the political stage to leave the country in chaos and ruin, a war zone abandoned. For their policies never worked, and did not work in thei...

  The internet was working poorly following the worldwide outage.  "I'm still coming to terms with the fact my government tried to kill me," said one commentator, one participant in this worldwide experiment.  A sentiment that US presidential candidate Donald Trump might also be feeling around about now.  "They want to kill us," one of the manifestations of the ancient spirits said.  It was probably true. There was no end to this derangement gripping the Earth, led by people who were themselves manifestations of evil. Australia was a small resource country on the far side of the world whose hopeless political class had allowed to be plundered by all and sundry, and now overrun by foreigners with zero allegiance to the place, and zero respect for  The traditional or legacy media aided and abetted in all of this.  Agents of chaos.  "I'm still coming to terms with the fact my government tried to kill me." So went the sentiment and the words on that v...

Take, for instance, the dream-world in which time does not flow but sticks, adhering each town to a particular point in history and each person to a particular point in life. There is no shared stream of present in this world — only islands of neighboring solitudes, each suspended in a different moment of a different past: The tragedy of this world is that no one is happy, whether stuck in a time of pain or of joy. The tragedy of this world is that everyone is alone. For a life in the past cannot be shared with the present. Each person who gets stuck in time gets stuck alone. From Maria Popova: Einstein's Dreams  There were pools of sunlight in those high valleys from whence they came. A guillotine is a moment just like any other. A planned suicide. A moment of desperation. A world at large. Those moments between civilisation and chaos. And here  we were surrounded by agents of chaos. The dissembling world. We are alone together. We face the unthinkable and the infinite. The w...