I had met many Great mentors throughout my life;  

Ol' Geoffress,   Sean,  Billy Mac,  Eor,  Shreeves,  Patience,   Neil,  ,  Fish',   Mossy,    Johnny,   Franko,  Angelo,     

Old Norman and  you  Old Boy to name quite a few.                    

There have been so many great teachers, in my life to listen too...

        Billy Mac always said    "Surround yourself with good people,  David".    Your company is only as good as its people.    They are the most valuable resource;     And so we started a Pty Ltd company from an existing business;    and I started to find the resources.    Billy Mac gave us a building project that doubled our turnover the first year we started.   I started working out some quirky  electrical control schematics and the hand drawn workshop drawings under your supervision,  at a basic level of course.  And I     had -  been     on site learning with "Dirty Hands"  the Installation process for that last  5  Years prior.     It   was the Physic's    Old Boy  !    that intrigued me,      I enjoyed the way you explained things.     I had  missed a guiding hand of a  Father figure  in my early business days.   

You were always there for me..... 

     Rhea had  sent  Jupiter away for a reason and the story from the days of the Greek theatre is relative to our current events...  She made the commitment to her youngest child also named  Zeus  by sending him away;   to one day return and awaken his Father, Saturn to the conditional ways that were destroying life.   Jupiter is present now Old Boy in myth & astrology and transcends to reality as storm & tempest comes over our polluted skies. Rhea set out to save her Children from a Father who lived in the past, the  "Keeper of Time".  Rhea the Mother to all planets is the Ice Sun and her Father Uranus had shown conclusively that productivity was the key element missing in the Hourman's world of time & efficiency. "One second of process"  to dream of a future and I understood this ancient philosophy.  He was forced into his Fathers selected trade.    Rhea could also see that happiness had been replaced by a stolen generation of  Children who resided on Earth..   Saturn  had stolen our  dreams  in teaching his  Drama with simple solutions,  Time & Efficiency.    She  could conclusively save this World from its pathetic conscious state,  awakening us to the rhetorical breeders of truth based in  opinions?    The Waivs of time now needed to condense back to an analogue state.                          

"Our Datum for life is not a story...."   

     I knew there was a lot of common sense in that business that seemed to go missing through the succession planning.    Then again the business was growing  in an very  accelerated World.   I remember the  first fax machine;  didn't that thing speed us up.  There were big changes ahead for you an I and there certainly was plenty of   Patience in our day,  we had the time for a good lunch   and we didn't have to hurry our tenders.   You were  a good  teacher and I revered your   overflowing  knowledge,    the use of the old slide rule,    how to calculate  heat rejection  properly  and  boyishly  how to use an  anemometer.   I loved the Psychometrics'   Chart s we plotted...... 

The computer had evolved to a desktop.... 

     Then came the Excel spreadsheet.    It was a period when the trade introduced  drawings that you could draw and see on a computer screen.  A  dos version of   Auto-CAD release 2.6     and I had to learn how?    to  type in co-ordinates an sit and watch the screen as these amazing  lines appeared.    Fish'  was so excitingly profound and a professor  in his skill and understanding of control logic.   He taught me  to  write really cool  macros  to speed things up for plotting co-ordinates and he was passionate about the new tools the binary World gave us.     It was the slowest part,  waiting for the  computer to regenerate the work on screen.      I was most proud as  Fish'  would say "very good David"  my  lines always touched each other and completely. There was nothing worse for him than sloppy drawings..         

 ......... and       our  business grew.          

We had a great business that provided well and over time;  we had traded two well over two hundred million  and we paid well over thirty million dollars  in taxes towards our growing economy;  But still  you were always there for us and you   grew gracefully  into a little Royalty we could promote.  I had tried to  keep you  a mite comfortable Old fella and I always looked for the small gestures to help you out.   I loved buying the black beast and trying to purchase it that day with my Amex.    Didn't that salesman's mouth drop?    Gotta  new  motor ?    Oh yes;     I certainly used that debonair English accent  for all it was worthy respect and as time stood you watched as a few  larrikins built the goodwill of the Company; we were successful.     

   .....you were always around and we planned for success 

     I remember the trip to Nepal that I undertook climbing to see  Everest,   it was standing there high in the sky "Can you oppose me?"   was the challenge. I was a little Low after that adventure.    Didn't that trip wake me up to what luxury's   I had.   Finding     " a dead body in the snow and the contrast of looking up and seeing the beauty of the top of the World"     I have been privileged in existence,    I'm sure I won't complain when I reach the recycling centre.     I knew that  I was annoying,     it's just that  I had to understand  the engineering  & physics  as it was  the learning of those new skills that  excited me;   

          ....my Passion was constructing &  putting things together;                 

     You were quite Patient Old Boy.    You must know  " I   Respected you. "  Your teaching skills of Engineering were very valuable to me, unsurpassed and above my other mentors;  & frankly much  better than the Ego addicts, the  Managers  who claimed to be  professional, and those who seeded it all going wrong.    I learnt that the people who proclaimed to know everything and give you advise without your asking for it are the ones who seem to know about everyone else' s personal business are the ones who will easily stab you in the back just as easily.    

And so all happiness has been taken and our Children turn to Stone.......Because?

Now I use my learned  skills of engineering in a theory of Collectivity,  it was  the relativity of the Human consciousness that amazed me,   seeing six friends creating music in one collective moment, and  in searching for  a little relief for our stressed out no time lives.  I have discovered that Earth is our true Datum for this life which we can see and touch and this datum can be used to discover real awareness in opinions.     I had found only expectation in our heated emotions  and that these emotions performed just as inefficiently as  the modern engine does,  20% comes to mind,  the inefficient wasted heat from our engines  is movement lost, by anger & blame.    

......sense and sensibility diminished when 'x' was squared,  process lost squared to the power of  ten    

     Emotions vary  for each of us in form when heated;   like a ball would expand to become a pathetic big bubble that bursts if its insides were inflated with  heat.    To compare a theory of an engines wasted heat  too say maybe,  the "wasted peace of mind"  that I have felt, in missing my girls as this last  two years period has passed.     I heard the explanation was    because...?   I have been searching,    trying to dig deep  and to remember some of the good things we brought towards  many families lives,    then I think about those silly lunches,  weekends away with the boys    &   the seriousness of  Golf games.   All  that music we recorded,   working with  a Julliard trained composer,    recording and playing our music with members of the Sydney Symphony Orchestra,   meeting the Hartle strings,    playing live at  the Enmore theatre.  

and all those good times and .... still the business grew.    

     I  do Remember back in the early days   buying cakes for my Old  metal worker buddy and sitting down in his kip-shed with a cup of hot Billy tea and  how enthrallingly interesting it became for me listening about the trade,  he could remember names, places, he knew about trains and planes; a  collectively stored knowledge; and I would sit for ages,  learning  about  his hobbies, his passion of  trains, a hand made set of  sheet metal carriages,  and the old cars he loved.   Ol' Geoffress sure had passion.     He was a great artist for the  trades.    More interesting than hearing about stray routes on motorbikes.     I feel  all this Technology owns us now Old Boy controlling our lives in an accelerated existence for the Hourman's gain and that ....

we can't even talk on the phone any more...... because? 

     I had so many  collectively  happy times for ten years and with great  blokes who shared my passion for the improvised moments.   Great Violin concertos Duigal made up in haste and music that just came from nowhere.  I understood these  moments and started to write about these good times that had awoken me to  theory with known  Physics which  has its passion in  Mechanical Engineering, with infrastructure in mind.    A  background that has evolved somehow in relativity of thought from  collective events of understanding;   a young Sean ,  who told me of a dream,   his ambition to show a better way.  The meaning came to me straight away.    It would have been a comparable story to the the Engineer who conceived the A380 plane simply from someone saying something about flight ,  of how congested  the skies were with jets speeding us around the World and a bigger plane was needed.  The "Dead Poets society" the critics would be turning in their graves seeing such a plane.   What if you fought against Jack Lang in the 1920's and then you lived to see the Harbour Bridge built in all its Glory, if you were the critical  element in  the Jaguar car company when they were developing the legendary E-type Jag.     I would have thought that the E-type was an alien spaceship back in 1960 if I'd lived in that period of time...Listen to the critics?

"Oh no.... that couldn't be built because...?"  

     Now we have the technology to power our transport systems with clean energy, planes that can be half in weight, more powerful trucks and V12 engines that work efficiently to clean our skies as they work, the method in the future is to collect  the wasted heat and to use the Carbon.     A  simple plan for our Children is to show How?     to really wake up and care a little, to change our truth of responsibility from these many stories we've been told,  that create drama through  misinterpretation  towards a known datum that is real.   We are not condemned at birth, as the Mother only ever gives life in the positive light of the Son.     "I can taste the sweet in each living day", said Sean,  a theory that is of  a parallel existence to our dreams and a road that leads to reality.  The realization from thought.        

Well I have many honorable associates who agree,  it is plausible.                               

To save the World  "a couple of trillion "  in 24 hours. 

I must say that my best attributes  in life are to make my own evaluation of the people who I met personally, who I  knew & trusted.  When I negotiated our engineering contracts I presented a   Little piece of Royalty in the tender and once at the table I knew you and I had the deal sown up.    I'd enjoy a lunch again with you and Sven... "It's your shout of course",    Neil use to say as he would invited me for breaky at macca's.  As I look back over the last twenty five years of business,   what comes to mind is steaks for  $2.00 and Ohh yes,  we loved a bottle of Taylor's Cabernet  Sauvignon for $6.00 and getting our investment dollar back from work at the the Bluey as Peter learned to trust our skills in engineering.    Sven would break out the  cafe' cream cigars, the coffee would come and we'd drink the last drop of the Taylor's Red and yarn about  the affairs of the world and How?    we could improve our prosperity.   

You were  my superstar for marketing and selling -  My secret weapon

     I remember Go Kart sessions after lunch on a steel track, and you, like a preying mantis, hanging out of that small kart zipping around  like a pro; the child within. Remember we'd see old Norman.       He would bring out a couple of bottles of this "Grolsh"  beer and after two bottles bloody hell, I'd feel tipsy.         I remember that day Sean flew us up to the hunter valley for lunch.    You were quite at home in the cockpit next to him,     although I think that  bottle of wine we had at the winery eased any fear of the controls as I was getting thrown around in the rear of the plane.    I sent you to Spain with Daniel   and I kept you mobile. 

Gosh, didn't I have to fight the Poets  for those little gifts. 

Geoffress was a great man;    remember the '37 Jaguar SS-100?   built from scratch,    I couldn't get enough of watching him build that car on my visits;      And  Roger,     I loved the stories about Roger and Chic,      out in the bush,      Roger hung over with a bucket on his head;        awoken in the back of a Ute and a wild bore is charging  towards him;     I loved the stories of you flying the Tiger moth plane,     "Japan"   you had given it a name,   I think it was Rhodesia at the time.      I could visualize that colourful era,   being a pilot of that small yellow bi-plane;     flying low over the dry river beds,     wild animals everywhere.   And you Old Boy, asking for white wine at the bar in a mining town.      

They must have taken the piss out of you.     

  I have imagined the pomp and ceremony flying with the British Royal Air force and the  pilots training that you accomplished   in Africa;     and back in those days I guess you were discovering an exciting life.   You were a little bit of royalty to me Old Boy.    I do  remember seeing you in a picture, old and faded, with a " tit" on your head serving  the British police force.    You  have accomplished quite a lot old fella and I thank you for the experience.    

I think of you often Old Boy  ......   Just wanted you to know

David Courage