I found myself ever fortunate, being present in a futuristic and technologically advanced environment. My mind wandered onto strange thoughts as I saw the latest gadgets bouncing around the hallways of the gadget shop. I thought of flying cars and five storey buses that could swim underwater. Life was grand and I was genuinely happy to be there. In following the daily tradition of walking down the high street towards the bus stop, my mind wanders to all sorts of realms I never knew existed. It was today, in a futuristic daydream that I didn’t look where I was going and fell down an uncovered manhole.

I fell and I fell, twisting and twirling down a helter skelter slide. I tumbled all over the place and kept falling. As I fell I had time to wonder why I was falling. I thought about how far I was going, where I was going and I had a sneaky suspicion that I was not going down the usual hole into the sewers. This slide was painted with murals, artful masterpieces alongside school children’s doodles. Music played, a random playlist it seems, country blues spliced with television theme tunes. It was most eclectic and I knew that at the end of my fall I would be safe.

I landed with a soft bounce. It seems I was traveling at a slow speed, akin to a moving sloth. It is here that I found my peculiar situation. I was in a sandy town surrounded by short small flat top houses with open windows and doorways. People were wearing strange robes and head bands. I felt quite silly in my scarf and Wellington boots. As I wandered onwards, trying not to bring myself too much attention, I noticed a crowd had gathered around a tall hill with three trees atop of it. It was a while away but I galloped across and made the ground in good speed. My heart was all aflutter, I hadn’t ran that fast or far for a very long while.

The large crowds were all angry, tanned men were jeering and grinning evilly towards the three trees on the hill. I, like a wailing police car, passed easily through the crowd, people kindly moving aside and letting me pass. I wanted to see what was wrong with these three trees, so I followed the windy road up to the top of the hill. I took this trip slowly and made sure I was composed and ready to duel with whatever evil lay ahead. My mind conjured three headed dragons, two headed snakes and an odd bald man who liked plaid shoes. At the very top I found a small gathering of important looking people, they wore what looked like an ancient version of black tie dress. I politely introduced myself to them all, yet none of them spoke back. Some were crying and I feared the dragon or snake or bald man had already destroyed the world. An old man pointed towards the middle tree.

Squinting without my glasses, I made out a poor starved man hanging on the tree. He looked ever so helpless and no one was letting him down. I felt very sorry for him and I decided I would speak to him to find out why he was hanging on the dead tree. I was stopped suddenly though, there were vibrations in my pocket and the air ran thick with the jaunty tune of a polyphonic popcorn tone. I reached into my side and withdrew my mobile; I had a new text message:

“HELP! I think my work is corrupt, should I save it as an untitled document or leave it. My computer is dying and I don’t know what to do.”

I replied telling her to use my computer and to start again. Behind me, the gatherings had fallen to their knees and were proclaiming me as a great prophet, musician and angel from God. I gave a stifled smile and backed away into the poor man in the tree, knocking off his hand made leafy crown. I apologized and he said no worries. The crowds were now chanting like a hooligan would at a soccer match, they wept and cried and asked what God wanted them to do. They asked if I was going to save their king. I thought to myself, “maybe I should have told her to save it”.

“I am perfect yet everything else is imperfect”

In examining this, I was wondering how in fact anyone could prove this person wrong. It would seem impossible for imperfection to argue with said person. As they may in fact be imperfect, all of their reasoning and thought processes may be flawed, and hence cannot be trusted. Thus nothing they say can be completely relied upon. Seconding this, ‘everything else,’ with the exception of this “self being” is imperfect; suggesting that secondary things may distort perceptions, hence perceptions cannot be fully relied on either. This makes the statement nigh infallible.

A question was then brought to my attention, what happens if someone else also says “I am perfect, yadda yadda… “. This presents a sort of parallax. It means the statement is either right or it is wrong, and there is no way to prove either way. If it were wrong, no one would be perfect, end of discussion. However, if it is correct, for which there is a fifty-fifty chance, it would have some implications. For it to be correct there can be no differences between the “self being” of the two people. As if there is a difference, one will obviously have an advantage over the other, hence rendering one of them imperfect.
In drawing conclusions from this and the fact that any person could say this (or at least think it), everyone would in fact be equal and perfect in everyway. Drawing this further and considering a hypothetical position in time and space, so as not to hold advantages or disadvantages, everyone must be part of ONE thing and not just replicas of a perfect thing.

This presents an image of one overall consciousness that is perfect. You could call this God.

Looking at scriptures and what Christianity has to say about God it states;
- God made us in his own image
- God is everywhere and ‘within us all’
This reinforces the conclusions made so far. If we are all part of a greater perfection, that perfection being God, then he is within us all and our image pertains to God as we are actually part of God.

The Soul
The soul is seen as the life source for humans, when we die our soul leaves our body. Or so is said by religious folk. This is the image of a soul, it is a life force, it is what we are.

The idea of having a soul can be backed up by the initial argument, “I am perfect yet everything else is imperfect”. Our soul is the perfect entity, the “self being” and our bodies (or universe even) being the imperfect vessels. This also provides answers as to why we do not view perfection and assume imperfection; we see imperfection because imperfection is distorting everything we percept.
Jesus
Christianity, which believes Jesus is the true Son of God, also believes that Jesus was PERFECT IN EVERY WAY. Jesus being, of course, God. In suggesting that one person is perfect it suggests that this logical process is also perfect and that the initial statement holds true.

Overall, this is one big vicious cycle that never actually proves anything (concluding that it is 50:50 whether God exists or not, yes or no). But it does hold fairly strong similarities with Christian beliefs which can in turn provide confidence in some sort of higher, all Seeing Eye.

Feel free to email and discuss this with me.

This all action, cgi, big budget, shoot ‘em up, action move / comic romance starring Arkie Swarz, Sylvia Alone and Vin Unleaded was expected to make millions at the box office. Its easy to understand concept and step by step storyline was perfect for a wide audience brought up on a manufactured pop culture. Crane Attack was perfect.

Basic Synopsis: Alexander Trump (Arkie Swarz — Term Mater, Command Oh?, Prey), an ex-green beret has been sent to Cambodia to stop his wife (Sylvia Alone — Destruction Girl, Judge Judy, Rambi) from being attacked by large angry genetically engineered crane fly. Armed only with bug spray, a mini gun and sweat band, Alexander must track through thick jungles, deep swamps, ice cold glaciers and underwater caverns to save his love and prevent the evil scientist (Vin Unleaded — X0X, The Slow and the Peaceful, Pitch is Green) from taking over the world.

Reviews:
“The Best Movie of the Year” — Barbie Weekly
“An Action packed thriller which will rip your heart out” — The Sun
“Watch This Movie” — Playgirl
“Killer Soundtrack. Killer Flies. GREAT Acting. *****” — Metal Blowback
“If you liked No Retreat No Surrender or Collateral Damage, You’ll Love This” — Photography Experts
“This. Is. Shit” — DVD Review
“Do Not Watch This Pile of Crap” — Professional Movie Magazine

So why did this epic movie not succeed at the cinemas? It had everything required for the public to lap it up like a cat stuck in the land of milk and mice. The reason it failed is simply because it had absolutely no support and as a result, was not screened in cinemas. The company producing it, (20th Century Chicken) refused to distribute it due to fears that parts of the movie were not suitable for the public as a result of the current political climate. The offending scenes? The film’s climax was a getaway in which the evil scientist, ‘Dr Terrorist Scum’ tried to escape in a private jet from his underground lair. The plane is shot down and it crashes into the laboratories where the Crane Flies were being created, completely destroying them in a large explosion that would impress any teen. A happy ending all round, we thought. 20thCC thought differently — the plane crash was supposedly too similar to the events of 9/11 and the $269 Million Dollar movie went straight to video, a video only available from a second rate, poorly designed fan site.

It has been recorded as one of the worst flops ever. The director who spent 90 days shooting this video and 90 days writing the script and screenplay has vowed never to create another film. The actors who dedicated their time, heart and soul to this movie are distraught and are seeking counseling. Only the producers and editor felt compelled to carry on working with movies — however with Crane Attack to their name, they are finding it incredibly hard to get work on even the lowest rated movies despite their experience and talent. NSN has decided to stop creating movies and focus on other aspects for making money, this movie has almost crippled us despite our desperate efforts to try and get a proper release for it.

It’s sad that this is not the only movie that has had such treatment. Many movies didn’t even get off the ground and had no source for funding. Even if the movie only had a slight reference to a plane, or even a terrorist. Many movies were delayed, some had only a select few showings at the smallest of private cinemas, hundreds were taken back and re-shot, re-scripted, re-worked and re-made. NSN can only hope that the guidelines for movie makers do not get stricter, we hope that good movies can still be made, watched and enjoyed. Remember that you have your freedom of speech and no one should be able to take that away from you.

- The world consumes ~80 m barrels of oil a day which is ~30 billion barrels a year of oil. The US consumes 25% of this total. World per capita oil consumption has stayed fairly static over the last couple of decades and the world population growth is starting to slow with a projected peak of 8 billion people in 2050.
- There are 1 trillion barrels of “proven” oil reserves globally with 0.5 t in potential “easy to extract” reserves in new areas like the Caspian Sea.
- There is an additional 1.5 t potential barrels of oil in “hard to extract” areas like shale.

The Middle East represented 2/3rds of proven oil reserves prior to this discovery.

Past Proven reserves statistics:
Saudi Arabia: 261,750
Iraq: 112,500
United Arab Emirates: 97,800
Kuwait: 96,500
Iran: 89,700
Venezuela: 77,685
Australia: 2,780,700

Clearly the Australian reserves dwarf those of everyone else. The cost of oil has plunged and the world crisis has been further delayed. However the area in which the oil lies is owned by a family of aboriginal descent that claim it should remain there naturally. They do not want to carve up the landscape, nor do they feel that they should extract any of the oil from it.

The United States are disgusted at this, and demand that the oil be used constructively for the development of the corporate empire. The Australians, who would prefer their land be used for cattle grazing are not giving in to the peer pressure from the Americans, the Australian Government and many other political parties from across the world. As a direct result of this, President Bush has taken action. Upon editing his axis of evil list, by adding ‘Central Australia’, he has ordered all troops, warships, planes, nuclear weapons and restaurant owners to make their way towards the outback. Ignoring warnings of ‘global de-stabilisation’ by the UN. Bush is backing his decision to attack the family with full force by allegations that the ‘Bag-Andy,’ family have weapons of mass destruction. These are accompanied by aerial photos from 1990 which clearly show a nuclear power station several thousands of kilometres away as well as a large tractor in the backyard.

Such weapons of mass destruction described by President Bush:

1. The Sword.
This weapon has killed millions over the past millennia. The sharp and dangerous object if used in an incorrect manor could poke an eye out. If it is used to slaughter another innocent American or human being, it is neither quick nor instantaneous like the humane method of murder, using a gun; victims often taking at least an hour to die.
Upon possession of such an item, it is clear that these terrorist activists are highly dangerous and should be stopped.

2. Pitch Fork.
An instrument that can be used to stake and maim innocent civilians while preventing our American troops from killing their children, raping their land and stealing their oil.

3. Nuclear Weapons
A picture of this was used as direct evidence that action should be taken. Found by American weapons inspectors, this ‘Pure Fission Bomb’ could be highly dangerous. The bomb would, if it were in the hands of the terrorists (rather than a top secret bunker in Nevada) cause the death of millions of people providing the Bag-Andy’s had the means to launch it. Its threat would be further increased if it had the capability to function correctly — as opposed to being made of cheap red plastic and being stamped with a large six foot ‘Made in America’ banner.

NSN has set up a fund for the troops and governments of the world to help bring down these terrible conspirators. Click the link below to fill in a simple form to donate $1 to the American Government while also providing us with valuable information about various other cities that should be bombed and destroyed by our nation. We will be happy to oblige.

This is the part that feels like waking up, I am opening my eyes. Here we are on the path. We are midway and a white picket fence lies to the left of us, it’s not a clean fence and the shrubbery will have drowned it in a couple of months if the climate pursues. It’s part of a garden which is part of a house which is part of a terrace along which we will travel. To our right beyond the grass is a short two foot high wall which approaches us and cuts off the grass at an acute angle. It’s made of that dark red ceramic which always looks old and shoddy. Atop are wood chips and a bush, I’m not botanically minded so I have no idea of its common name or its luxurious Latin one. It has purple flowers and long dark leaves and there is lots of it. Before we set off, I am going to draw your attention to what lies at our feet. I’m squatting now. Here we have a trail of ants, they are worker ants, slave ants, silky ants. These are the laborious unlucky ones that do not fly and impregnate at great heights. We are following one of the smaller ants as it struggles across the harsh concrete desert. Watch as it negotiates each small boulder, crevasse and cliff. See how it overcomes each problem with ease, take note of the speed it travels at, its path and the purpose.
And our friend is now gone; into the suburban everglades. May his dreams come true. We are leaving now, stand straight and place one foot forward. The journey has begun. Mind the ants and imagine them stopping to let you past, taking heed of your soul as it falls. I hope you do not suffer from motion sickness.

We are now making our way along the desert. If we turn our heads left we can see into the windows of the terrace. Some cotton curtains and decorative candles are our highlights. To our right we are wary of the bumble bee that nearly gets caught up in a well placed web. Past a row of shrubs and the end of the wall out of the guarded passage and up the hill towards the crescent junction. Some evergreens brush our arm as we walk and the concrete has evolved to tarmac. In the movies, you are given a split second of terror. A loud bang, a sudden appearance. A jump and a brief interruption in pulse. Now some instant relief and an inexplicable feel good feeling. There’s a parked van ahead of us and a small pebbled drive way with an old corvette. We are examining it’s fine leather interior and are disgusted by it’s ghastly purple paintwork. The wheels have a negative offset and accordingly suit the colour. We judge and examine from the pavement the convertible ability and consider reason for such costly traveling bliss. Jump. Split terror second. If this were a movie you would be expecting your relief about now. Instead we feel our heart vigourously pumping, our brain considering consequence and circumstance. Blood rushing and remember to breathe. My interest in cars and your eclectic music lulled our senses and we were nearly ready for those pearly gates. Still no relief, instead a self curse and disastrous thoughts of what could have been without Lady Luck. This time we safely cross the road, away from the parked van.

Onwards and upwards, continuing our course in no particular direction. Behind the tree line in front of us is an old railway where they used to carry coal to and fro. It’s abandoned now with exception of the rabbits. I know this because a friend of a friend did an article for a newspaper. We have now broken free of terrace lines. On our right are detached houses with small cared for gardens and to our left is a main road and an unused bus shelter. Its protected by a hovering shadow from the neighbouring flora and fauna.We take this route at a slower pace, it being up hill and all. This time we watch the birds. I am neither botanical or ornithological. So I cannot be precise about the birds, Im guessing they were your regular sparrow, blackbird and magpie. I must apologise to those who wish to know more about such flying wonders, but this is neither the time nor the place, sun chapped shoulders are not desired. I am following the trajectory of a certain sparrow, swooping at eye level, gliding up into free air space and back down again. Watch how it pauses then dives, view it’s pride and feel the majestic presence. Clear the midgets, clear the midgets. Permission granted, you are clear for landing. As it rises for its final approach it crosses the sun and we lose it in the glare.