The world is running out of time. All the visions of a better world, a fairer world, built with an understanding of common humanity, all slipping from our collective grasp. There were brief periods when I actually believed we had collectively transformed, and left our injustice and inhumanity behind, along with the diseased and dysfunctional dreams of colonial dominion. Within a few short years, we have managed to destroy anything that showed a shred of hope or promise. Humanity is sick, really sick.
A few months ago, I met a young englishman on a plane. We chatted about the amazing ability of the older generation to maintain their worldview and their grip on life. He suddenly exclaimed, 'We are just waiting for them to roll over and die. I wish they would just get out of the way!' (He'd been drinking) I, despite being much older, could not help but sympathise with him. We have been fighting since the sixties to change a broken and corrupt system. Now we have nothing before us but endless war, and a deterministic regression to a mythical past that no one actually remembers. Must be something in the blood. Some old disease that we cannot cure.