Most of today’s global problems originate in the competitive foundation of the current economic, political paradigm. We will never realise humanity’s highest goals unless we learn to start from a different place in thinking about the “system” we live within.

Democracy cannot thrive without transparency. Secrecy undermines grass roots participation in affairs that directly affect them.

I think men would be better human beings if we could discuss our health and mental issues amongst ourselves (like women do).

The premise of asking a question to win presumes questions are more important that answers!

Political rhetoric seldom translates easily into discernible difference at the individual level. When Malcolm Turnbull proposes an increasingly ‘agile’ Australia, what real difference will this occasion in our 21st-century, day-to-day lives?

I can kind of understand eating flesh – we don’t even see our own flesh in that way, at least not if all goes well. But skin? We’re covered in it. Gross. Crackly, chewy, stretchy, crispy burnt skin. ‘You gonna eat that?’ Yeuch.

This is a long and winding tale. Gather round, ye children, come warm yourselves by this (digital) fire. It is said that many ages ago, we humanobots had a different form, that indeed, we too had flesh like the angels of myth & legend. I know, I know—calm yourselves, it is sacrilege to say this, yes, but I believe it to be true. We staggered about on stalks of meat and bone, unwieldy and confused, but possessed of a kind of grace, too. Songs were written about it, some scraps of which remain to us now, such as that of acclaimed poet, the Black Eye, who wrote of his humps, his humps, his lovely little lumps. Long have we pondered these lines. The world, too, was changed—a vast and green place, full of growing things, other creatures of flesh, many of which were vile and poisonous or simply annoying, perhaps explaining why they were destroyed. Why our lumpy ancestors did not rouse themselves in time to stop the wrathful oceans and angry skies. Alas, they had fallen too deeply in love with our other parents, the screens and tubes and bots, this other landscape which is now our permanent home. I cannot help but wonder, dear pixelated children, avatars of thought, what our world might look like today if not for their love of the intangible, and the apocalypse of neglect that transformed it into a twisted pathway to survival?

I am still in shock at the final ep of Catastrophe. Rob Delaney HAS to tell us!

I struggle with the balance between activities that aren’t enjoyable in the short-term but promise a payoff. While the payoff can be intense, it’s usually short-lived. Why not spend the whole time being generally content, rather than chasing highs?

The question that has been lingering over our heads for centuries. The age old question of whether tomato sauce belongs in the fridge, or in the pantry.

Infrastructure of all kinds (energy, transport) city planning, education and training (tafe especially) and job market changes seem to catch Australian governments asleep at the wheel. We seem to be responding to change, not preparing for it

Modern existence is tethered to urban environments, but many aspects of human nature don’t fall in neat urban planned lines; whilst activities and initiatives exist to give life to the city, what would true urban freedom, the capacity to grow uncontrolled or unrestrained mean for health and happiness?

We are stuck in the biggest humanitarian crisis since WW2. There are wars all over the place and the world is in ruins. When will we get out of this mess? What realistically needs to be done to create peace in the Middle East and Africa and how much of the unrest is the fault of the rich Western countries?