Thinking of the 3000km Drive to Melbourne in the Nissan Navara 4x4 Mahayana Diamond Vehicle...rather than getting OCD about the Thousands of Ridiculous Essential Impossible Details I have to deal with quickly...here and now...damn you Zen! May your youngest monks set fire to themselves in hell! Twice! It looks like we'll be heading off from old Cairns by the 20th December...I'll tell work 2 weeks before, being equally fair to them after all the years. I know there will be a 3-6 month period of official state and provincial, corporate, and personal mourning, but those North Queenslanders, palliative care specialist clinicians, and mental health nurses need to just man-up and face that. They need to process the fact that that One Special Being who, 25 years ago, brought Palliative Care to Queensland and the Deep Dark North of it, when it was all so primitive and sick...and it was; That One Nice Guy who planned, sustainably funded and established the Gordonvale Hospice... under the vicious attacks of primitive twat-witted dick-head fucknuckle-dragging recalcitrant retard-cunt Cairns locals and bureaucratic Brisbane turds...has gone beyond it all... ...that One Man who contributed so much to the mental health and well being of Everyone...and even Feral Cats...yet never truly suffered from Northern Sanity himself...has gone beyond the Dark Veil of the North... Even before I go...sigh...I understand and respect the personal, communal, collective and social grief to come...the tears, the fears...oh, the years... The sad silence and the true darkness after the fireworks, The Momentum of The One...passing... ...The soft wet full lipped kiss goodbye, the eclectic bodies unjoining, in perfect spasms, after the warm fluid tantric dance of souls... ...the tender branch still trembling after the bird has flown...sigh. Life on Earth...un-finishing in perfect detail... The 25 years I've lived in Cairns have been great, each and every one of them, apart from the awful shocking horrible years... anyway, good luck, god bless, and best wishes...and... Man-up you bunch of babies....and do try to really look after yourselves and each other, even just for a fucking change.

Thinking of the 3000km Drive to Melbourne in the Nissan Navara 4x4 Mahayana Diamond Vehicle...rather than getting OCD about the Thousands of Ridiculous Essential Impossible Details I have to deal with quickly...here and now...damn you Zen! May your youngest monks set fire to themselves in hell! Twice!

It looks like we'll be heading off from old Cairns by the 20th December...I'll tell work 2 weeks before, being equally fair to them after all the years.

I know there will be a 3-6 month period of official state and provincial, corporate, and personal mourning, but those North Queenslanders, palliative care specialist clinicians, and mental health nurses need to just man-up and face that.

They need to process the fact that that One Special Being who, 25 years ago, brought Palliative Care to Queensland and the Deep Dark North of it, when it was all so primitive and sick...and it was;

That One Nice Guy who planned, sustainably funded and established the Gordonvale Hospice... under the vicious attacks of primitive twat-witted dick-head fucknuckle-dragging recalcitrant retard-cunt Cairns locals and bureaucratic Brisbane turds...has gone beyond it all...

...that One Man who contributed so much to the mental health and well being of Everyone...and even Feral Cats...yet never truly suffered from Northern Sanity himself...has gone beyond the Dark Veil of the North...

Even before I go...sigh...I understand and respect the personal, communal, collective and social grief to come...the tears, the fears...oh, the years...

The sad silence and the true darkness after the fireworks, The Momentum of The One...passing...

...The soft wet full lipped kiss goodbye, the eclectic bodies unjoining, in perfect spasms, after the warm fluid tantric dance of souls...

...the tender branch still trembling after the bird has flown...sigh.

Life on Earth...un-finishing in perfect detail...

The 25 years I've lived in Cairns have been great, each and every one of them, apart from the awful shocking horrible years...

anyway, good luck, god bless, and best wishes...and...

Man-up you bunch of babies....and do try to really look after yourselves and each other, even just for a fucking change.