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A private life. A public life. The unfinished Greek tragedy; hubris nemesis catharsis Enter stage left: The Believers, The Fools, The Hypocrites, The Sycophants Enter stage right: His Majesty, the King. The Protector, to royal fanfare. The celebrated performance speech of His Majesty, the annual address to banish the naysayers. "I am delighted and most proud to protect and defend our great realm. This sceptred isle. To protect you all, all my most dearest and loyal flock" An audience member arose, weak and timidly she spoke. Her voice trembled with fear. "Every person's unrivalled privacy protected ? For My most private Data exchanged had been deleted (as believed and trusted), but instead it was taken (purposely), encrypted (allegedly), stored (without my consent) and discovered (to my total detriment) and shared by and with others. All without my control or my consent. and then My Identity, of once great self worth, and dignity, revealed, given a...

By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower. ”  ―  Rabindranath Tagore ,  Stray Birds "They will watch you like a hawk"  I had warned, in a vain attempt to protect my Privacy, but would be ignored. My privacy was nothing. My identity was nothing. Cast out to devour. To crucify. Here where no Jesus hears and saves the wretched or puts things right. No deliverance from  salvation. No righteous path  to enlightenment. Only the  savage  desecration of the free mind dominates. The violated inner sanctum of human privacy.  Stripped of  privacy.  Anonymity laid  naked  for all to see. An Identity stabbed.  Here the perpetual cycle of openness of  raw hypocrisy and cold  fear holds dominion now. Proud Honorary fellowships to the great architects of our demise and the cruel consequences to suffer alone. "They want to help you" cries the voice. The tortured False words will ring out...

" Nothing exists except atoms and empty space; everything else is opinion "  -  Democritus Imagine you have taken part in a secret experiment.  So secret you did not even know you were a participant in the experiment. Unknown to you, you will be subject to a mixed methods quantitative and qualitative analysis approach experiment.  Data items both functional and non functional will be collected from you. You will be subject to both a spiritual enquiry and emotional enquiry.  Theories and assumptions will be tested through observation and your response to stimuli. Everything will be planned to perfection . You are the subject. You are the  constant. You are the victim. At the end of the unknown experiment. You will be hauled before the Judges and the Jury. Here you  will be forced to hear the results of your crimes. You will hear the raw evidence against you. Your controller will stand by and say nothing. The court room is no place for cowa...

"Those aren't your memories. They're somebody else's" Blade Runner. 1982. The father held his young son's hand tightly, very tightly, as the train approached the opposite platform at Aldermaston station. Together they watched as the train finally ground to a halt. The father picked up his son, smiled at him and  motioned to him to wave at the passengers on the train opposite. The son, half perplexed, waved at the strangers on the train.  No one waved back. The father and son looked up and down all carriages of the train for a few minutes, waving, hoping.  No one waved back.  The son stopped waving. The father spotted a stranger in the last carriage. The stranger was waving. The father  pointed animatedly to the stranger. Motioning his son to look. His son looked up at the stranger. He did not know the stranger who had  waved back and smiled at him. He outstretched his small hand waved and smiled at the stranger.   The train pulled slowly away fr...

" Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice"  - Steve Jobs   I did not speak to the lady in the adjacent seat to me on the plane to Portugal, but she would have a profound affect on me.  She had quietly moved into the seat.  With effortless elegance and poise she had moved. It was as if she had almost floated into her seat.  Here she sat, next to me. Her hands neatly folded in her lap.  She closed her eyes.  If Calm and Serenity had a human face, it was here, beside me; captivating and holding  a moment in time. Around her was noise. Within her was silence.  How I longed to hear that silence too.  Like  an old lost friend I once knew so well is silence.  Silence lying deep deep in the realms underneath shrouded  in that inner peace, I once held within.  The silence I fear to enter now, for the outstretched hand with a  knife of Trust, which cuts and cuts my silence. ...

“The greatest enemy of knowledge is not ignorance, it is the illusion of knowledge.”   ―  Stephen Hawking Hold on tight to your Reality.  Dark Matter is all around you. Anti matter and matter - laughable! A flicker. I recall the image of a student stood there on a stage. I recall the moment I arose to applaud him. To applaud him for his courage. To applaud him for his audacity. To applaud him for non conformity. To applaud him for not accepting Reality. Monday 5.50 am I looked up at the dark sky. I had never seen so black, black a sky before. A majestic Royal canvas of priceless diamonds on a blanket of deepest Jet.   The crescent moon and  constellations gleamed so bright; piercing and stabbing my eyes to look away. Yet amidst the beauty laid out before me, I felt so afraid. I realised  I had a long way to go yet. Along way within. Discovery and exploration. I had asked for Nothing. Wanted Nothing. Yet fell so far and shattered so deep...