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  • I have been given a new lease of life. 'They' say that life begins at 40, but I didn't realise that 'they' were right. When I grew up I knew in my head, even though my gut had reservations, that science and technology delivered progress and the future. Money and hierarchical progress were goal and measure, both. As I reached my late thirties I was still happy, not aging, not brow-beaten. I never thought about ideological or political causes; poverty, injustice, environmental conservation. I thought that science and good sense would prevail.

    When I moved into my 40s my perspective changed. My life began again, I am now three. I know that the current structures won't support us. I know that the prestige of the West is based on inequity and theft. I understand that politics and commerce is rigged to maintain class order. "Representational democracy" is not the democracy that people think they are buying into, but the authorities don't mind as long as you keep shopping and shut up.

    I now realise that only nature is real. Everything man made can be man changed and unmade. Earth is the bottom line, the crossing of which will bring only destruction - to ourselves. I have always known this. In my gut. When I played Cowboys and Indians I was always an Indian because they knew the land and had honour. I never understood the one God and couldn't believe that a sentient being would have put man in charge. I am now learning to tune in to the Earth's rhythms and needs. I grow vegetables and fruit not just to reject supermarkets, but to respect the land I live on. All is fresh. The future is bright, and mine is Green.
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