Well, what's not to enjoy. I've been around and I've seen some very happy people who don't even know where their next meal is coming from.

It does confuse me this yearning search for improvement and utopia. I see all parts of life as essential to the experience. These idealists would make boring movies. All the interesting parts would be cut out. There would be no dysfunctional relationships, no bullys, no adversity, no tears, no fear, no intriguing corruption or duplicity. It would just be a bit of happily ever after on repeat, with no struggle or contrast or anything to put the utopia in perspective. Utopia is selling the experience of life short. Be careful what you wish for.

I don't want all the 'answers'.

How boring.

I want to be lost and confused.

You know that next big thing this young chick is selling, why do you need it? I'm happy for people *not* to think like me. I *don't* know what's better for other people.

Some Hindu painting in a bank is about as profound a sign of some new age as the Madonna poster on the wall of a teenager in India.

Anyway I would have thought the commercialisation of a religion of another culture, into a kitsch trendy decoration for a bank, the great symbol of capitlist exploitation, would be against the principles of this new age chick.

'People want to know that businesses care.'
They do care those banks, they're always telling us in those adverts. I know I believe them.

'And surely, in time, as the power shifts to those more consciously aware, as one day it will, so too, these destructive patterns of human behavior will cease or minimise.'

Chilling sentiment:-)

Glad they don't have guns!

Nothing to worry about though, it's actually quite Cute.

The age of deception is a lot more evident than the age of consciousness. The activist judges Caryn wants us to get use to are among the most deceived. Some Judges are not healers but rather social engineers often with a very narrow view of history and an inaccurate view of human nature.

One of my favourite tv programmes is the Gruen Transfer, these
advertising guys spend their lives analysing human behaviour and
what pushes emotional buttons. The last one was about hair shampoo.
What it came down to is that the ingredients in shampoos are pretty
much all the same. But if the marketer can convince the consumer
that their particular brand is suited exactly to their kind of hair
and make it look fantastic, its a win win. The manufacturer gets
a better margin and the consumer gets feelings of wellbeing from
the thought of having wonderful hair! That kind of sums up the
Kumbayah culture which the author is promoting. Its very profitable.

What we truly need today is some way of funding people having real world experiences.

If we could send them for a 10 mile run down the coast, in a reasonable Hobart racing boat, in a freshening north easter or;

A 10 lap squirt around Bathurst in a V8 or;

A 5 Km run on skis down one of the steeper runs in the Snowy, or 10Km behind a bridge to bridge water sky racer or;

A trail ride through the snowy mountain country, with a 5 mile gallop down a steep log strewn slope or;

A couple of scuba dives on a good part of the reef, they would really know what adrenaline was.

There would no longer be a need for all this hocus pocus stuff, to try to replace the real world.

This sort of rubbish highlights how meaningless the inner city life style has become

Hasbeen I now picture you as Alf Stewart. Ya flamin' gallah.

'This sort of rubbish highlights how meaningless the inner city life style has become'

That's the funniest line this month. Bravo!

For those who feel left out and are fascinated, I'm sure you are, in my reality Yabby to me looks like Mungo Maccallum, pelican looks like Tanya Plibersek (I suspect she actually IS sometimes), and Poirot is a sort of Noni Hazlehurst or Jessica Hecht type.

Houel, you must have an exquisite navel, that or some sort of complex.

You lot, who's only life is gazing at your own navel, [as distinct from someone else's] really do have a problem with reality.

Much of what we read here is a product of navel gazing.

I recently was unfortunate enough to witness a discussion on the best cheese shop in the inner northern Sydney suburbs, which became quite heated. I was a little surprised at first, but realised it is a factor of the meaninglessness of the lives these people live.

If the discussion had been about something more meaningful, like the best brand of horse shoes for example, I would have understood the heat, but cheese, really.