Garden News. The dwarf sunflowers seem to be loving the weather. There are 3 in the beginnings of bloom now, shining the sun straight back at the sun, in some sort of perpetual adoration. The 4th sunflower has 4 flower heads, shining the sun into the four directions, just like Rama does.

The Brexit thing is pretty important. The Conservative Government, under Cameron, had the remarkable arrogance, for political mastery, to set up a referendum on leaving the EU or staying, knowing that everyone would vote to stay...but then they voted to Leave. Now, May, a 'remainer' has been tasked with organising the Exit. This is insane. Meanwhile, neither Cameron or May realised the impact of this on the Ireland issue...a Unified Ireland is the only requirement for Brexit to work well...but...that can't be permitted...can't be permitted, due to the same arrogance. Without a Unified Ireland, Brexit can't happen. The vote FOR Brexit was mostly about the growing real poverty of the UK people, whilst the wealth of the globalists and London ripped through the ceiling, thus creating and concreting a severe 21st Century class system of Wealth=Merit being Better than Democracy. Well, it isn't.

It dawned on me the other day, much like a massive enlightenment, like St Paul, in the Bible, being knocked off his Moto Guzzi Rosso Corso Le Mans motorbike by God on the road to the Milan Fashion Show, that I'm not very bright. Phew. After all these years, there's a hell of a lot that I'm not actually responsible for.

Any time I have a hard time at work, I think about the plight of Theresa May. Much like going to a Hospital Burns Unit and coming out thinking, Wow, I'm glad that's not happening to me!

Sometimes I wish that people would stop being so upset about being sad. Sadness is at least half the whole journey, and we all know that in our soul and in our boots. It makes as much sense as complaining about happiness, and how unfair it is when happiness happens to us. Unresolved grief, unresolved joy. Either defined by absence or by presence. Same thing. There ain't no cure for love. Neither joy or misery can be resolved whilst we are alive. There is no closure. No one is actually going about making inroads into changing what the human condition is or means, because we natively know what life is and means anyway, and we always have.

Having Fun with Foreigners. Recalling PARIS year 2000, 21 September, autumnal. I was wandering the streets of the 13th arrondissement dressed as a Parisian, black leather jacket, black t-shirt, black jeans, good black shoes, scowl. I was approached by a middle aged American couple... he asked: "Excusez moi, monsieur, do you know how to get to Le Metro from here, from, um ici?" Response: "Err, ah! Anglais! je ne comprend pas, monsieur. Your wife is very, how you say, attractif. Does she want my cock? Le coq sportif...Oui? Non? Et tu? Err. Come with me." "Oh, no, no, thank you, Monsieur." My name is John, or Jean Artur. I'm an Australian. I travel the world. I try to help.

reflections at 65.2 years: I was one of the fortunate people in the world to see the Great Barrier Reef of Australia when it was beautiful.