I took this tonight around 9pm looking out over Lismore. It was barely visible with the naked eye and may be too dim to see tomorrow - which makes me feel unspeakably sad, like the moment when I knew I would never hear my mother sing lullabies to me aver again... it's so beautiful, it hurts.

While it's been here, I've felt like I was at the heart of Keplers' clockwork universe with this great pendulum swinging through the sky.

University starts soon - I think I'm looking forward to it....

Just saw a a piece on clive caldwell on the abc, an australian air ace - who can tell what they would do in extremis? But this piece used reifenstahl-like imagery to make a "larrikin" out of someone who proposed machine-gunning pilots who had parachuted from doomed planes.

I respect him, that he made a hard choice - I do not respect the choice he made.

The fight for country has often been used to promote imperiaism, but what about our obligation to ourselves?

Could you live with a choice like this? I find it refreshing that he made a "realistic coice", but i cannot agree with it.

I am as I am, and I am no shrinking violet, but I prefer the human over the cause.

What about you?