"It will be alright". I said as I hugged the Poet, he lay on his back in pain crying after crashing his motorcycle and it would be a long  four months that he would be in recovery. I resolved that his families interests were safe and that  his recovery was best served in the spirit of recovery rather than the pity of the situation and if he awoke crippled that he would have had a wage as long as necessary. He told me I was like a Brother....

Separation was necessary for our relationship as it had evolved through complacency to invalidate future  growth. He had expressed his desire to move to Queensland to own a gun shop. The excitement I craved was my Thursday nights and our Music, and the excitement for me had come in gusto each week with no expectations; through a collective vibe with a collective consciousness of great friends. As I worked in Physics during the day I would spend most of my nights writing down  the philosophy that came from this collective environment. Philosophy that could help the common man to understand the opportunities of Earth a little better, Sean named his body of work, Big Rheas Theory.

How we (+) could collectively survive this life a little more positively, a power over the created forces over life in time. The World was  38% efficiency at best and Sean talked about how Power had to be given back to the common man and I had understood this......To collect rather than reject, to show how rather than to continually question why the problems of the past had occurred. 

I have learned you cannot make anyone happy or sad and that emotions are simple mechanical functions  that come and go; and that as much as you can give to people, your friends, your family even,  they will absorb as much good as you can give; yet when they look back they will criticize you, all from the  opinions of the Poets; rights and wrongs. The Poet in my life had been working hard for years conditioning my personal morality as I. That "I" was responsible for the drama and so I found relativity in a person I named the Hourman. I have not ever seen people of a piece. It has amazed me that the most incongruous traits should exist in the same person that yields any plausible harmony. I have asked myself over and over how characteristics seemingly irreconcilable, can exist in the same person.

I found myself  studying a magic I found in music; of "how we" as amateur muso's could collectively improvise, pause, change and move around melody so easily. Whatever had been given always sounded great especially if there was a timely ending to the  song. The words & chords always came in abundance, the lead and the solo's  frequent and so I started to contemplate Sean's imaginative theory of a Parallel existence between our dreams and our reality. The rest is history....

I had read Somerset Maugham's final book "the summing up" of how he had been a successful playwright in his early years yet one day he had sat quietly for coffee at a table listening to two men talking next too him, and defaming his work & self  in a offensive manor, conditioning his person as ' I ' ; unaware that Somerset sat listening next door. 

From that day he committed himself to " Drama " for it seemed to Somerset that interesting conversation of the day  was always critical rather than creative;  and that jealousy  over "why he wasn't so good"  drove a greater opinion than his work. He is correct "There are no statues for critics" and all too often he had been told. "of his misgivings & lacking" of his  creative ideas. It seemed every one else felt obliged to comment on his work. " I have known crooks who were capable of self-sacrifice, sneak-thieves who were sweet natured and Harlots for whom it was a point of honour to give good service."

The sustainable engineering work is satisfying & quite profound, elemental, and I look forward to getting up each day heading to my foreshore concrete tip office, as "the device" nears completion. A device that will give cheap power back to the people as infrastructure. I am also compelled  to write this philosophy of How we can move on collectively as the water rises; And to teach to whoever will listen a datum of truth, basically the body came from Earth & the spirit comes from the unknown. I offer instinctive conviction that may prove unique in engineering development of clean energy.

I have not not set out to condemn what is bad in our World even though my personal situation is unduly and is a tragedy akin to Goethe's " Faust " the censure has been simply passed on to the Hourman who I see as believing in win or a loss, it  is his binary way. It has been a want of imagination that prevents people from seeing things from any true point of view and my Poets have spent a great deal of time extinguishing the fires of the created apathy.  In this period of equilibrium leading up to 2012 when the Ice Sun is again in the centre of the Universe our Earthly collective consciousness must awaken to the control over the power of life that we have all faced each day.

To gain 62 cents back in our energy dollar is a value of efficiency that will save our economy, although I must say the Politicians must spend less time talking about Iguanas and spend more time creatively using the tax dollar for setting goals to be achieved. The unproductive resources can be used wisely, as Mentor & a student, a grandfather and a grandson,  fertility towards an outcome for a future that is to be productive by virtue.   The expectations to live controlled by time are challenged by the great mother in this period of equilibrium & condensation. The analogue form will survive  with an Ark I'm sure, and frankly we are just a big sponge sitting out in a rising Ocean. It is plausible to Change for the betterment with the greatest business plan ever conceived, but courage must come first. Which ever path the Policy makers choose. Which ever way they lead us, the Change will come as that is happening now.