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Once something becomes discernible, or understandable, we no longer need to repeat it. We can destroy it.

Big Ezra spots some stairs and sets about climbing. First he climbs up. Then he climbs down. Then he climbs up. Then he runs down. Then he runs up. Then he asks to be carried down.

Guilt has very quick ears to an accusation.

Keep working Henry, nearly at the top...

Conscience - the only incorruptible thing about us.

The cover of Ezra's second solo album. A Cajun/ Country mix.

One who is too insistent on his own views, finds few to agree with him.

Hopefully this is the last old boiler that Ezra climbs on top of. [Ahem.] ... I'll get my coat.

All the world's a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed.

Get down of the pyramid boys! Everybody down from the pyramid!

The path up is the path down. The way forward is the way back. The universe inside is outside but the universe outside is inside.

Yesterday evening you saw Henry struggle the entire way up The Nut (in Stanley), this fine evening you can see the despicable shortcut that his brother and mother took. We still won.

Those who do not complain are never pitied.

Look at Henry climb The Nut! Go on, look at him!

Life has to be given a meaning because of the obvious fact that it has no meaning.

... [Groping for metaphor.] ...

Be wary of the man who urges an action in which he himself incurs no risk.

In October of 1934, the First Front Army of the Chinese Soviet Republic, led by the inexperienced command of Mao Zedong and Zhou Enlai, was on the brink of annihilation by Generalissimo Chiang Kai-shek's troops. However, the Communists escaped in a circling retreat to the west and north, travelling some 12,500 kilometres over 370 days. Moreover, the route passed through some of the most difficult terrain of western China. Ezra [above] recreated at least a small snippet of that long march in the Douglas-Apsley National Park.

It's an indulgence to sit in a room and discuss your beliefs as if they were a juicy piece of gossip.

All we need is some pan pipes, some schoolgirls in white, and a precariously balanced (but naturally occurring) solid aggregate of one or more minerals or mineraloids.

One of the rarest things that a man ever does, is to do the best he can.

We've got him in training this summer. He should be right to ship out to those Somalian pirates by April...

Who dares nothing, need hope for nothing.

Henry hams it up.

I would never want to be a member of a group whose symbol was a guy nailed to two pieces of wood.

Santa has come and gone for another year.

There is no prejudice so strong as that which arises from a fancied exemption from all prejudice.

Climbing the dunes. Nutgrove Beach, Sandy Bay. December 2012. As you know, the Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (and RSS feeds.) The following are some things that I've had a look at in the last week. I call this: a Compendium of Click-throughs for Monday Morning... A great read on the death of a city: The Land of Topless Minarets and Headless Little Girls . Well worth your time. The Onion nails it: Right To Own Handheld Device That Shoots Deadly Metal Pellets At High Speed Worth All Of This. Humans think that they are better than animals. They are, of course, NOT . Some choice examples of futuristic Soviet architecture . John Birmingham waxes lyrical about the great experience of his daughter's state school. Hello Sailor! The Nautical Roots of Popular Tattoos... A great reverse prank courtesy of YouTube...

Almost every man wastes part of his life attempting to display qualities which he does not possess.

Wer nicht hören will, muss fühlen!

The best remedy for a short temper is a long walk.

Congratulations are in order for young Henry, who has successfully read the most books by a Lindisfarne North student (all grades) during this year's Premier's Reading Challenge ! At 124 books in the duration of the challenge, it seems that he set quite a pace. Given that I'm still sitting on 65 completions this year , he has me well covered too...

Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.

Ezra closes in on Henry...

How little is the promise of the child fulfilled in the man.

Ezra does a mean Tina Arena impression. Especially in winter.

Either do not attempt at all, or go through with it.

AT this point, the sky in fact appear to be the limit!

Words are all we have.

Ezra is winning.