24 03 03 There is a moral failure here duplicity consequence # 03

Like the duplicity of the Catholic Church - I use this as a lead-documented example of absolute sin against others - really ‘despicable behaviour’ in commonspeak.
Pan out and refocus The ESG gobbledygook, a full rehash from the 1970s and the BRUNTLAND REPORT (1987) Our common future / World Commission on Environment and Development - Catalogue | National Library of Australia (nla.gov.au). Put that in your rehash and package selfwords of nooutcomeslottsawords and get some smug aspirant scientist {dreamed as a child. To get a really brainy - every-one kept telling me how brainy I was, my most brainy cultural sheath [definition - #07: family and friends in your time and space - where you/your mob has come from. Definition #08: Cultural momentum - the unfolding story of your mob’s journey through time.
Cosmological reality #01: we/everything is only ever in the “now” slice of time. - all reality. Glued on the moving sheet of now. Time and space, energy and matter.
So, reading all the science sections of the 10 volumes of the Australian Arthur Mee Encyclopedia - late 1950s rainy summer holidays, Burnie Tasmania, me 10 years old {speaks volumes on MY cultural sheath.} I fantasized that one day IIIII (there are many Is; many mees; as many youse) that one day I would have a long science article in an important science encyclopedia. And I lived a life, so purposeful; so TRAINED by that cultural sheath I happened, in the past 100,000 years to pop out into my time and place. I did that childhood dream. Published lots. Post Doctoral senior research fellow and on. But I got the big encyclopedia entry Natural disasters and evacuations as a communication and social phenomenon (jcu.edu.au).

 Song : I got my world view, you got yours. We all popped out at different times and places. We all live in a yellow submarine. Whatever.
My mind wandered off into my proximate time - just came off three shifts of MCing at the Cobargo Folk Festival met and oldpersondanced to last night. All these youngvibrantpeople. Live nearby. Vibrant, worldclass people. Core. And me working up a Saturdayafternoon Democratic Republic of Quaama Performers Music workshop. Goldie are their name. I’d better hire the hall. The Quaama music Hall.
So we get to plan. Me born n bred Planner/geographer - people in time and space. Ah, us, upstart culmination of the organic in the universe as we are getting to know it (and … alsosmartones … Goodo, we all recognise and enjoy each other {one of the very smartest ones I ever known - and there are many - died recently. Sendoff in three days - my 103 yo Aunty - a world maths educator of the 1980s and on and on cultural sheath mine - verifiable reality/science.

Plan to settle down, simply settle down. I reckon I’ll write an MCs review of the festival. We have GOOD local musos.

So I gave up the idea of being a philosopher at 12, pre knowable growth spurt and blah blah blah realised we live in a body. A body made to move and be physical - to work and dance - insects in all dance. No biggie. And have do labouring stuff since. As well as write. So blah blah have kept writing right through to the more sitdowntimes to write.

And … you’ve gotten THIS FAR; here’s the punch line, co-smartiesdearfriendsofmine - my writing goal these past three years since I left home - Townsville; for my ‘gettingoldquicklytime down south - I have been striving to expose the inner workings of a demonstratively high function, well programmed - reality based, ok, that tag matters - evidence/science- based understanding AND RESPONSE TO changing reality.

And our place, impact and shared goals (longtermsettlingdown - the only value needed to collectively guide us - the rest of SUSTAINABILITY IMPLEMENTATION has already been minced and ignored too many times. We are near the end of lineargobbling capitalism. The dawning - a little later than some cultures foresaw - to the localised circular economy. Next posting with be some of the local community activationthroughmusic I’ve been working on.

All just to show how ONE pore poor human brain works in this time period. My gift or annoyed grumpyness to YOU (your brain).

Douglas, uncovered. Temporarily, I hope. One song - Anytime, has a line: be who you are's the only way ...

But sometimes having a stage name, an avatar, a nom-de-plume, being a Dame Edna or a Norman Gunston allows you to cut loose a little more freely than being scared of what your actual family and friends may think of your carry-on.

We all have sooo much luggage. Err .. baggage - (see Gaza/Palestine)