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Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.


Hobart’s winter sky. The view over the Derwent Estuary, from Battery Point. June 2012.

Theme Thursday and I am very very late. My apologies.

I’m caught up you see. Caught up in something FULL CIRCLE. Another way that we might at this is via Latin, the revolutio – “a turnaround” – (our modern revolution). Of course, revolutions can come FULL CIRCLE or they can top at the 180 degrees (or any other point of the loop).

See, what In need is a revolution.

As noted earlier in the week, Lenin – and he knew a thing about ‘em – used to say that the fundamental law of revolution is that for a revolution to take place, it is simply not enough for the exploited and oppressed masses to recognise the unfeasibility of living in the old way, and thus demand change. However, for a revolution to actually happen, it is essential that the exploiters recognise and understand that they will not be able to live and rule in the old ways.

Revolutions are not just about politics. Some of us need revolutions in our work lives, personal lives and our political lives. Ultimately, it doesn’t have to be about overthrowing a government, it can be about changing the dynamic or pattern of a relationship. It can be about greater equity in a social group or work place. Revolutions can (and do) happen everywhere.

But how do we do it?

That’s trickier. It’s easier to identify how they don’t happen. Sitting back and waiting for something to happen is unlikely to engender it (short of some kind of catastrophic event). Passive or submissive actors rarely convince those in positions of power to relinquish it or alter circumstances.

Basically, you (me, we, us) are the agents of change. Nothing changes or turns about (FULL CIRCLE or otherwise) unless we help make it happen. Without wanting to sound like Dr Phil, if we keep copping it, we’ll keep copping it.

So come on people, let’s change.

Comments

Roddy said…
Storm clouds are building. Let's hope they don't bode ill.
Roddy said…
I arrived back at work today and they told me of the damage the ship caused when it broke free whilst in Sydney recently.
We still have their gangway onboard. She is somewhat damaged too.
They say it was somewhat scary when the stormfront came through.

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