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Back in 2002, an anonymous person sent an email from a disposable email address to a website. The email was headed The Secret Covenant.

It has, for over 20 years, been seen as a promise. But I believe it was a warning. 

If "The Secret Covenant" were interpreted as a warning rather than a promise, the meaning would shift significantly, and its tone would transform from sinister collusion to a cautionary tale. This interpretation would frame the document as a call for vigilance against the potential dangers of power, corruption, and manipulation in society.

It could serve as a critique of existing systems, urging people to be aware of the ways through which they might be controlled or misled. Instead of portraying a secret group plotting in the shadows, the document might be trying to highlight how societal manipulation already exists.

The "Covenant" would not be a manifesto of intent, but rather a metaphorical or symbolic description of the current state of the world. It could be warning us about how easily people can be misled, manipulated, or exploited by those in power through media, education, and economic systems. The warning could be against becoming passive consumers of information, blindly trusting authorities, or succumbing to propaganda. In this view, the "Covenant" is urging individuals to develop critical thinking skills, stay informed, and be cautious of any single narrative that seeks to dominate public opinion.

“We are perishing for want of wonder, not for want of wonders.”  G. K. Chesterton

Leonard Read’s delightful story, “I, Pencil,” has become a classic, and deservedly so.

I know of no other piece of literature that so succinctly, persuasively, and effectively illustrates the meaning of both Adam Smith’s invisible hand—the possibility of cooperation without coercion—and Friedrich Hayek’s emphasis on the importance of dispersed knowledge and the role of the price system in communicating information that “will make the individuals do the desirable things without anyone having to tell them what to do.” - 

Milton Friedman, Nobel Laureate, 1976

Albert Facey’s A Fortunate Life is more than a memoir.

It is the voice of a man who endured almost unimaginable hardship and yet found gratitude where others might have only found despair.

His story is woven into the broader tapestry of Australia’s history....from the harsh bushlands of Western Australia to the blood-soaked cliffs of Gallipoli, through the Depression and the building of a family and a nation.

Facey’s life is not just his own - it is a story we can all see reflected in our national character: the courage, resilience, and quiet determination that built modern Australia.

A Journey Through Time: From the Suez Canal to the Speculative Ben Gurion Canal

Let’s embark on a voyage through history, geopolitics, and ambition, starting with Egypt’s Suez Canal and ending with the tantalising, yet unbuilt, Ben Gurion Canal. This is a story of trade, power, and strategic maneuvering, with Gaza and global players like the United States at its heart. 

Beyond the Suez: The Untold ‘What If’ of the Ben Gurion Canal.......

The dream of linking the Mediterranean to the Red Sea is ancient. Pharaohs like Senusret III (19th century BCE) dug canals connecting the Nile to the Red Sea. But the modern Suez Canal , a 120-mile marvel – was completed in 1869 under French diplomat Ferdinand de Lesseps and the Suez Canal Company. Built through a decade of gruelling labour, it transformed global trade by bypassing the treacherous Cape of Good Hope.

When I was a kid, I used to go to the movies on a Saturday morning. Or, as my late Uncle ( Mum's brother )  used to call it, The Flicks. Others called it “ The Pictures “ or “ The cinema” … no matter, we went to see a movie and it cost a shilling. In fact, I had friends who called  it the Flea House, though I never really understood why. 

We would all sit down in our seats, the lights would dim and a movie of a Lady on a horse would appear.  We would stand up for the Lady on the horse and sing about saving the Queen. Only after we had sung about how wonderful she was and how important it was that we love our country, only then, could we sit down again and wait for the lady with the ice creams to come around.

It was magical. The crowded theatre; the Lady on the horse, the lady with the ice creams and the lady with the torch that led latecomers to their seats.