I have a deep concern that our continued inability to seriously confront this climate change issue will result in massive and irreversible damage and ultimately destruction of our beautiful home,Planet Earth.

Because I reckon humanity won’t see this century out.

We have laws, law enforcement bodies, military defence resources, and humanitarian organisations sponsored by Government. Why don’t we just let them do their job without political meddling? If the public don’t agree, political parties can suggest change as part of an election platform and we can vote for it.

In many professions gender inequality is evident by the lack of female leadership at top levels. This is in part attributed to the divergence during mid career progression when women are likely to begin having families. Would the gender inequality debate be flipped on it’s head if men were the ones who got pregnant?

This is a long and winding tale. Gather round, ye children, warm yourselves by this 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?

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’m fascinated by moral integrity, greed and art. I also have mixed feelings about didacticism, especially in art. My question stems from a recent ethics forum centred on Art and Ethics where an esteemed ethicist provoked the audience with the statement that the only ethical art was one that instructed or commented on Climate Change (and/or social inequality).

Despite knowing about the risks of climate change since the 1960s and after 25 years of UN climate negotiations, emissions have continued to rise. With the impacts now clearly visible around the world, why are governments still failing to act?

I am asking this because so many people use freedom without using equality, and we have lost effective ways of raising the tensions between them. But this tension is the essence of politics.

We seem to spend a lot of time telling people they’re wrong (and even stupid) – in politics, in the media, on social forums. Nobody ever seems to change their mind. It all seems a bit boring and pointless. Can we change the way we communicate and actually have an effect?

Sometimes adults get a little too serious and forget to have fun! I would like to see what happens to our work culture and society if game play is more available & mainstream for adults. It would be a great experiment to test the importance of play and creativity and how it correlates to innovation and new ideas for the Australian economy.

We seem to be obsessed with them and I wonder if this speaks to our national character