The multiverse theory of other universes poses some
interesting questions about the nature of reality. Of course it is only a
theory that provides an explanation on the idea of
eternal occurrence and the duality principle
of quantum mechanics by suggesting other dimensions. If the theory turns out to be
correct than we must have identical twins out there in the other universes in
the different dimensions- the so called multiverses.
Saturday, April 9
Thursday, March 31
Sunday, March 27
RAAF Glee Singers Recording
This is a recording of the RAAF Glee Singers Australia Day concert in London January 1943, which includes my late father shown in the portrait below located third from the right. The concert apparently was received with great enthusiasm as was the many recordings the group performed for the BBC when serving in England as part of the RAAF offensive.
The Group portrait below is of the eight RAAF Glee Party members. Identified from left to right: pianist 416307 Pilot Officer (PO) Hamilton Roland Dacre Budd (pilot) from Broken Hill, NSW (died 1 August 1943 on operations over the Atlantic Ocean); 413150 PO Frank Sutton Walker (observer) from Wellington, NSW; Squadron Leader (Sqn Ldr) Harry Clifford Thrush (chaplain) from Adelaide, South Australia; Sqn Ldr Gordon Gladstone Wood (chaplain) from Wellington, NSW who conducted the choir (died 18 June 1944 in UK); 412396 Sergeant (Sgt) Charles Keith Byrnes (pilot) from Moree, NSW; 401317 Sgt George Claud Notman (observer) from Skipton, Victoria; 408511 PO Donald Zalva Pile (pilot) from Melbourne, Victoria (died 26 October 1943 in Scotland); and 409597 PO Leslie Walter Roper (pilot) from Melbourne (died 4 September 1943 on operations over Germany).
A playlist of 6 songs is below. Enjoy:
Wednesday, March 9
A short story
My wife is a writer and I have managed to persuade her to allow me to publish one of her short stories, about our adventure holiday.
Its Entitled Odyssey
It’s midday in late July and I’m huddled in a large fishing dinghy on the Pacific Ocean. The equatorial sun attempts to penetrate the swaddling of this mummy-like figure clinging to the wooden rim of the boat. What am I doing here, I wonder, as I drink greedily from my water bottle? I could be lounging lazily in Melbourne beside a cosy fire, sipping hot chocolate.
My friend, Barbara, sitting up on the side of this craft, soaking up the experience, knows why she is here. My husband, Lindsay, perched further forward on the opposite side, unconcerned about the sun’s perforating rays, knows what he is doing here. They are responding to an invitation to visit Abaiang, a small coral island, part of Kiribati (KIR-UH-BAHS) (formerly the Gilbert Islands).
“Come and visit my island; you will see the most amazing sunsets,” Judy, a 27 year old Canadian missionary, offered to Barbara some months earlier.
Barbara has come because she has visited Kiribati before, and feels the need to return, perhaps to commit to some volunteer work later. Lindsay wished to accompany a friend, to experience something new, and I am, somewhat reluctantly, accompanying partner and friend.
“Look, dolphins,” calls Lindsay over the whirr of the outboard motor.
I struggle to make myself a little more comfortable on my luggage seat, at the same time following Lindsay’s gaze. Two grey forms leap gracefully from the cobalt sea ahead then disappear, like children playing hide and seek, into the inky depths. I’m mesmerised, waiting enthusiastically for their next display.
The ocean is relatively calm, dispelling my fear of huge swells, sea sickness, and most of all, the possibility of capsizing. I did read in Arthur Grimble’s, “A Pattern of Islands,” that the south-east trades breathe steadily at 25 miles an hour for months on end, but can slam round to the north and blow a 40 mile gale. I wonder if our two boatmen are expecting heavy weather? They’re wearing hard hats for some reason, and we can’t ask them why as their English is limited. We can but speculate! Perhaps there are large flying fish in the waters. Maybe they were a gift, or left over from a building site job some time. The latter seems unlikely, though, as there was little evidence of large building works at Basio, the port of Tarawa, from where we had cast off only an hour ago. There were, however, remains of industrious activity from the Second World War. The Japanese invaded Tarawa, building a landing strip, road and later cement bunkers to defend the island from the American rescuers. The beach, where once one of the largest and bloodiest battles of the Pacific was fought, is now covered with cramped village housing and the bunkers have become the children’s climbing equipment. Oh, there is really nothing to worry about, as we are still in sight of land: Tarawa, a slate silhouette on the horizon behind us, and Abaiang appearing ahead like a mirage, through the sun’s metallic rays.
I hope my water lasts. Of course it will. Only an hour to go and the temperature is unlikely to change much. The internet printout states that the temperature here varies little between 26 and 32 degrees Celsius all year round and I’m sure it’s reached the maximum. Wouldn’t it be pleasant if we could slip over the side to cool off. On second thought I don’t think I would like to risk the wrath of the tiger sharks (Tababa) said to hunt for trevally in these waters. Legend has it that if you stay still in the sea the Tababa will charge you. If you swim away from them in fear they will smell your fear and chase you. If you swim without fear towards them they will be afraid and leave you in peace. Still, this is not the time or place to prove myth or fact.
“Coming, ready or not.”
Where are those cheeky dolphins? I want to take a photo. Oh, good, there they are, so sleek and graceful. I wonder if they are marine guardian angels guiding us from island to island. That is a comforting thought. Is the sun addling my brain?
“What an amazing sight,” Barbara comments, wrenching me from my reverie.
“Yes, that is incredible. It looks like a house boat.”
“ Fam-ly fish,” responds one of our smiling boatmen.
The family doesn’t appear to be doing much fishing at the moment. I wouldn’t mind changing places with them. They seem very comfortable sitting cross-legged on that flat wooden roof beneath the shade of a tarpaulin, which, like a misplaced sail is tied loosely between the side of the vessel and two poles fastened to the deck. I imagine they are enjoying the gentle breeze generated by the propulsion of the craft through the sultry salty air.
Still, like us, they have little room to move around. Two thirds of the roof is covered with rolls of hand woven pandanus leaf mats which the native women weave to sell in the Tarawa market places. All their worldly possessions are stacked haphazardly on the lower deck. I wonder if those splashed of colour filtering through the open sided structure are sarongs drying in the heat.
Heat! Was it only two days ago I stepped from the plane to a burst of hot air which momentarily stopped me in my tracks? I should have expected it, as we are, after all, two degrees above the equator. The stifling, corrugated iron airport building was a far cry from the modern Tullamarine air terminal. Our luggage had been piled in the far corner, on a cement floor, among dozens of those striped plastic carry-all bags which the I-Kirabiti passengers used as luggage. Various packages and boxes full of purchases from Australia littered the unloading bay entrance, slowing our customs clearance. It was 10:00am and 28 degrees in the shade, and I was anxious for a cold shower and a change of clothes.
A pale hand beckoned like a beacon above a sea of dark faces, guiding us through the crowd. A handsome young man, hair tied loosely behind his neck, moved leisurely towards us , smiling lazily. Gently he placed a brightly-coloured, delicately-woven garland of tiny blossoms on our heads, evoking memories of frangipani, daisy chains and a carefree childhood. Introductions followed this unexpected moving gesture. Then John, Barbara’s Australian Volunteers Abroad friend, announced,
“Your plane to Abaiang is grounded due to mechanical problems. But, I have managed to get some local fishermen to run you over.”
So here I am , slowly cooking to a lobster red but fascinated by the changing colours of the waters beneath. Azure, like the cloudless sky above, and now aqua marine as we glide closer to our island destination. Not far to go now. That line of palm trees, rising sentry-like from the horizon, must be concealing the mission buildings and our expectant host. Can’t see a wharf anywhere. Neither can our fishermen apparently, as one has been scouring the shore line with binoculars for the past half hour. Hope we are not lost. Can’t see any sign-posts or markers. Those natives snorkelling over there might point us in the right direction as there seems to be a great deal of calling and gesticulating.
Is that a cross ahead on the beach? Yes! We’re here at last. But where’s the wharf? I should have realised this is not your everyday tropical paradise but an equatorial outpost. Beautiful, peaceful and pristine, yes, but remote, nonetheless. If my friends could only see me now, stumbling knee deep through the lagoon shallows, water-bottle and camera held high. The fine coral bed gripping my ankles like shallow quick-sand is making progress extremely difficult. Barbara’s suggestion to wear water resistant shoes was sound advice. Our fishermen, now loaded down with backpacks and boxes of groceries, seem quite at home with this aquatic landing.
What a strange sight we must seem to those striking-looking students observing our sluggish arrival. Their smiles radiating from cocoa coloured features are beacons to this broiled flotsam.
“How did you get here?” called a pretty,freckled-faced red head joyously. “The plane was cancelled!”
“John arranged a lift with some local fishermen. We couldn’t miss your promised sunset,” Barbara replied.
“Come in, freshen up,and meet my house mates, then we will walk down to the lagoon and watch the show.”
At last we’re here, rested and expectant, beneath the lanky coconut trees clustered along the foreshore. The offshore breeze, caressing our faces and playing tag with the palms, heralds the reposing sun. Magenta, crimson, orange and lavender downy clouds fashion its bedding. I am not disappointed. My reluctance fades with the sunset. The journey to this land of endless summer is worth the taking. Once in a lifetime one should step out of life’s rut and experience something different. This is my season.
Its Entitled Odyssey
It’s midday in late July and I’m huddled in a large fishing dinghy on the Pacific Ocean. The equatorial sun attempts to penetrate the swaddling of this mummy-like figure clinging to the wooden rim of the boat. What am I doing here, I wonder, as I drink greedily from my water bottle? I could be lounging lazily in Melbourne beside a cosy fire, sipping hot chocolate.
My friend, Barbara, sitting up on the side of this craft, soaking up the experience, knows why she is here. My husband, Lindsay, perched further forward on the opposite side, unconcerned about the sun’s perforating rays, knows what he is doing here. They are responding to an invitation to visit Abaiang, a small coral island, part of Kiribati (KIR-UH-BAHS) (formerly the Gilbert Islands).
“Come and visit my island; you will see the most amazing sunsets,” Judy, a 27 year old Canadian missionary, offered to Barbara some months earlier.
Barbara has come because she has visited Kiribati before, and feels the need to return, perhaps to commit to some volunteer work later. Lindsay wished to accompany a friend, to experience something new, and I am, somewhat reluctantly, accompanying partner and friend.
“Look, dolphins,” calls Lindsay over the whirr of the outboard motor.
I struggle to make myself a little more comfortable on my luggage seat, at the same time following Lindsay’s gaze. Two grey forms leap gracefully from the cobalt sea ahead then disappear, like children playing hide and seek, into the inky depths. I’m mesmerised, waiting enthusiastically for their next display.
The ocean is relatively calm, dispelling my fear of huge swells, sea sickness, and most of all, the possibility of capsizing. I did read in Arthur Grimble’s, “A Pattern of Islands,” that the south-east trades breathe steadily at 25 miles an hour for months on end, but can slam round to the north and blow a 40 mile gale. I wonder if our two boatmen are expecting heavy weather? They’re wearing hard hats for some reason, and we can’t ask them why as their English is limited. We can but speculate! Perhaps there are large flying fish in the waters. Maybe they were a gift, or left over from a building site job some time. The latter seems unlikely, though, as there was little evidence of large building works at Basio, the port of Tarawa, from where we had cast off only an hour ago. There were, however, remains of industrious activity from the Second World War. The Japanese invaded Tarawa, building a landing strip, road and later cement bunkers to defend the island from the American rescuers. The beach, where once one of the largest and bloodiest battles of the Pacific was fought, is now covered with cramped village housing and the bunkers have become the children’s climbing equipment. Oh, there is really nothing to worry about, as we are still in sight of land: Tarawa, a slate silhouette on the horizon behind us, and Abaiang appearing ahead like a mirage, through the sun’s metallic rays.
I hope my water lasts. Of course it will. Only an hour to go and the temperature is unlikely to change much. The internet printout states that the temperature here varies little between 26 and 32 degrees Celsius all year round and I’m sure it’s reached the maximum. Wouldn’t it be pleasant if we could slip over the side to cool off. On second thought I don’t think I would like to risk the wrath of the tiger sharks (Tababa) said to hunt for trevally in these waters. Legend has it that if you stay still in the sea the Tababa will charge you. If you swim away from them in fear they will smell your fear and chase you. If you swim without fear towards them they will be afraid and leave you in peace. Still, this is not the time or place to prove myth or fact.
“Coming, ready or not.”
Where are those cheeky dolphins? I want to take a photo. Oh, good, there they are, so sleek and graceful. I wonder if they are marine guardian angels guiding us from island to island. That is a comforting thought. Is the sun addling my brain?
“What an amazing sight,” Barbara comments, wrenching me from my reverie.
“Yes, that is incredible. It looks like a house boat.”
“ Fam-ly fish,” responds one of our smiling boatmen.
The family doesn’t appear to be doing much fishing at the moment. I wouldn’t mind changing places with them. They seem very comfortable sitting cross-legged on that flat wooden roof beneath the shade of a tarpaulin, which, like a misplaced sail is tied loosely between the side of the vessel and two poles fastened to the deck. I imagine they are enjoying the gentle breeze generated by the propulsion of the craft through the sultry salty air.
Still, like us, they have little room to move around. Two thirds of the roof is covered with rolls of hand woven pandanus leaf mats which the native women weave to sell in the Tarawa market places. All their worldly possessions are stacked haphazardly on the lower deck. I wonder if those splashed of colour filtering through the open sided structure are sarongs drying in the heat.
Heat! Was it only two days ago I stepped from the plane to a burst of hot air which momentarily stopped me in my tracks? I should have expected it, as we are, after all, two degrees above the equator. The stifling, corrugated iron airport building was a far cry from the modern Tullamarine air terminal. Our luggage had been piled in the far corner, on a cement floor, among dozens of those striped plastic carry-all bags which the I-Kirabiti passengers used as luggage. Various packages and boxes full of purchases from Australia littered the unloading bay entrance, slowing our customs clearance. It was 10:00am and 28 degrees in the shade, and I was anxious for a cold shower and a change of clothes.
A pale hand beckoned like a beacon above a sea of dark faces, guiding us through the crowd. A handsome young man, hair tied loosely behind his neck, moved leisurely towards us , smiling lazily. Gently he placed a brightly-coloured, delicately-woven garland of tiny blossoms on our heads, evoking memories of frangipani, daisy chains and a carefree childhood. Introductions followed this unexpected moving gesture. Then John, Barbara’s Australian Volunteers Abroad friend, announced,
“Your plane to Abaiang is grounded due to mechanical problems. But, I have managed to get some local fishermen to run you over.”
So here I am , slowly cooking to a lobster red but fascinated by the changing colours of the waters beneath. Azure, like the cloudless sky above, and now aqua marine as we glide closer to our island destination. Not far to go now. That line of palm trees, rising sentry-like from the horizon, must be concealing the mission buildings and our expectant host. Can’t see a wharf anywhere. Neither can our fishermen apparently, as one has been scouring the shore line with binoculars for the past half hour. Hope we are not lost. Can’t see any sign-posts or markers. Those natives snorkelling over there might point us in the right direction as there seems to be a great deal of calling and gesticulating.
Is that a cross ahead on the beach? Yes! We’re here at last. But where’s the wharf? I should have realised this is not your everyday tropical paradise but an equatorial outpost. Beautiful, peaceful and pristine, yes, but remote, nonetheless. If my friends could only see me now, stumbling knee deep through the lagoon shallows, water-bottle and camera held high. The fine coral bed gripping my ankles like shallow quick-sand is making progress extremely difficult. Barbara’s suggestion to wear water resistant shoes was sound advice. Our fishermen, now loaded down with backpacks and boxes of groceries, seem quite at home with this aquatic landing.
What a strange sight we must seem to those striking-looking students observing our sluggish arrival. Their smiles radiating from cocoa coloured features are beacons to this broiled flotsam.
“How did you get here?” called a pretty,freckled-faced red head joyously. “The plane was cancelled!”
“John arranged a lift with some local fishermen. We couldn’t miss your promised sunset,” Barbara replied.
“Come in, freshen up,and meet my house mates, then we will walk down to the lagoon and watch the show.”
At last we’re here, rested and expectant, beneath the lanky coconut trees clustered along the foreshore. The offshore breeze, caressing our faces and playing tag with the palms, heralds the reposing sun. Magenta, crimson, orange and lavender downy clouds fashion its bedding. I am not disappointed. My reluctance fades with the sunset. The journey to this land of endless summer is worth the taking. Once in a lifetime one should step out of life’s rut and experience something different. This is my season.
Monday, March 7
Amazing quantum self
Danah Zohar proposes the idea of a spiritual capital or intelligence
quite apart from the traditional IQ or emotional intelligence levels.
Zohar is widely known as a management
thought leader, physicist, philosopher and best-selling author of “Spiritual
Capital: Wealth We Can Live By and SQ – Spiritual Intelligence and The Quantum
Self. She draws on a metaphorical parallel of quantum physics to both personnel psychology
and the culture of an organization. Her ideas stand in stark contrast to the machine
metaphor of Taylor and others which I studied many years ago in organizational
theory.
Her ideas first surfaced with some prominence with the
publication of her book
“The Quantum Self” which was written in collaboration with her Psychiatrist
husband Dr I N Marshall. The book may be of interest to anyone interested in modern
physics and its application to our “consciousness". She makes references of how she applies her
philosophy to family situations so that you feel as if you’re sitting down
listening to a chat at times. Her early building blocks of thought are based
upon the well-known experiments of “Schrödinger’s Cat” and the duality
principle of the wave and particle experiments. It’s presented in a disarmingly
simple way, far removed from the usual dry scientific writings connected to
these experiments. My only criticism of the book and her ideas are the link
between the rather obvious mystery of quantum mechanics and the application as
a metaphor to spiritual intelligence is not always entirely convincing.
However
there have been many theories which give credence to her metaphorical linkage of quantum mechanics to our advanced state of consciousness and attempt an explanation of the slippery concept of consciousness itself. This is a subject way
beyond the scope of this post – but I posit it is quite plausible our existential
state has parallels with the mysterious micro-physical level of quantum mechanics.
Hence there are reasonable grounds to arrive at a hypothesis that a state of Quantum
consciousness conceivably exist as an amalgam of macro and micro-levels of interdependant activities, not always confined by space and time.
Could it be in reality this is the counterintuitive bridge which explains the psycho-spiritual -physical existential state of our being?
Could it be in reality this is the counterintuitive bridge which explains the psycho-spiritual -physical existential state of our being?
Amongst the
most notable adherents to the various strands of quantum theory are Roger Penrose and anaesthesiologist
Stuart Hameroff who propose quantum effects amongst other things make possible the flow of neuronal activity to give rise to non-algorithmic mental processes.
But I am afraid
this still remains a mystery. In this respect I reminded of Sir Isaac Newton’s poignant
assessment much earlier on in time following his
amazing discoveries in optics, the calculus, the laws of motion and the inverse-square
law of gravity.
“I do not
know how I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like
a boy, playing on the sea shore and diverting myself in now and then finding a
smoother pebble or prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of
truth lay all undiscovered before me. ” Monday, February 15
Tax cut ineffective
My letter published in the AFR today.
In "Abolish imputation
to fund company tax cuts"(February 10), Innes Willox suggests abolishing imputation to fund a cut in the corporate tax rate to
20 percent to stimulate
foreign investment
as our rates compare unfavourably with the OECD.
But Australia's 30per cent headline rate, although higher than
some Asian and European
nations, is largely
in line with Canada, France, Germany, Italy,
Japan, Britain
and the-United States. I doubt a reduction to 20 per cent
would stimulate increased overseas investment since decisions are mostly
based on achieving before-tax hurdle returns.
Invariably, large-scale foreign investors seek and are often granted incentives from governments.
But what we seem to have at the moment, according
to our exasperated
tax commissioner, appearing before a Senate inquiry, is
a propensity for some large-scale
multinationals to continue with their contrived arrangements
resulting in only nominal
rates of tax
being paid. Such entities
seem unlikely' to be
persuaded by a 20per cent rate.
Sunday, January 24
Australia day 26th January
For Australia Day this year we plan a double celebration as it coincides with a number of birthdays including my own the day before. Its a time I am reminded of my ancestors toil who were amongst the first pioneers in the northern coastal areas of NSW which seemed to act as magnet on both sides of my family tree.
My great great Grandfather Patrick John Byrnes was convicted and sentenced to death in Cork Assizes in Ireland for highway robbery on the 12th March 1836. Fortunately for both of us his plea for clemency was granted by the sentencing Judge and he was subsequently transported as a convict to NSW, for life, on the convict ship the "Captain Cook". After serving a period of convict labour he was subsequently pardoned in 1846 and granted what was known as a “ticket of leave”. In 1848 he married Emma Howell in Sydney before moving to the Nambucca region in northern NSW, an area abundant in the highly prized unexploited cedar wood.
It
is suggested in historian Norma Townsend’s book “Valley of the Crooked River” that
Patrick and a friend by the name of James Cook moved to Nambucca, as part of a
joint cedar getting plan.
Howell’s family may also have been influential since
they were also cedar cutters which may have incentivised Patrick to undertake
the perilous trek. Cedar then was regarded as Red Gold and ranked as Australia’s
largest export.
His settlement was known as Congarrini which is an aboriginal word for fog and today it is a beautiful area dotted with a mixture of rural and residential style dwellings. There is a mixture of hobby farms interspersed between cattle and fruit and vegetable commercial farms which is all complemented by ecologically driven tourism.
His settlement was known as Congarrini which is an aboriginal word for fog and today it is a beautiful area dotted with a mixture of rural and residential style dwellings. There is a mixture of hobby farms interspersed between cattle and fruit and vegetable commercial farms which is all complemented by ecologically driven tourism.
My interest had been well served by my cousin who had undertaken extensive research into her family tree but this work was complemented some
time ago by well known
Australian actor Jack
Thompson. Thompson is his adopted name and he appeared on the TV series “Who Do You Think You Are” to talk about
his recently discovered biological family linked to the same John Patrick
Byrnes.
Prior to this revelation I was only aware of a few
sketchy details known to a friend of mine who watched the show
on TV and contacted me soon after. Subsequently I discovered Thompson was a
distant cousin.
Hence I had all of Thompson’s research from the TV program including references to Tipperary in Ireland which was home for John Patrick Byrnes and where as a lad he had resorted to highway robbery to stay alive during an era of great poverty.
Not long afterwards a Royal Commission was formed to enquire into the reasons for the extreme poverty and exploitation of workers in Ireland at that time.
Hence I had all of Thompson’s research from the TV program including references to Tipperary in Ireland which was home for John Patrick Byrnes and where as a lad he had resorted to highway robbery to stay alive during an era of great poverty.
Not long afterwards a Royal Commission was formed to enquire into the reasons for the extreme poverty and exploitation of workers in Ireland at that time.
I also discovered many more
details from Norma Townsend’s – Valley of the Crooked River, claiming
he had come from England. He was able to acquire 295 acres of the better tracts of land whilst shrewdly avoiding marshy areas and fathered 7 children.
He also
established a pub/ general store located strategically at the stopover point where coaches changed horses in readiness for the next stage to
the Bellinger River. He offered the best of fine tweeds to travellers wanting to look fashionable and also
ran the punt across the River.
According to Townsend he later was to claim to come from Rochdale in Lancaster, presumably to ensure a air of respectability. Another interesting point relates to Baptismal records showing the children baptised as both Protestant and Catholics. No doubt this reflected an unresolved underlying tension since they were married in a Protestant church but Patrick was buried as a Catholic.
According to Townsend he later was to claim to come from Rochdale in Lancaster, presumably to ensure a air of respectability. Another interesting point relates to Baptismal records showing the children baptised as both Protestant and Catholics. No doubt this reflected an unresolved underlying tension since they were married in a Protestant church but Patrick was buried as a Catholic.
The next generations
were also all involved in the cedar getting industry. My great grandfather
fathered 15 children and both he and his wife managed to live on to a
respectable age. Not only were the descendants all involved in the Cedar
industry but their children married into families who in turn were heavily
involved and all stayed within the one district on the North Coast of NSW
between Ballina and Nambucca. The roots to this area remained strong on
both sides of my parent’s siblings. Many went on to live on to a ripe old age
including my uncle Arnold Oliver
Byrnes who
died aged 99 just 5 days after his wife Dorothy to whom he was married an
amazingly happy 79 years.
Turning to my Grandmothers
side coincidentally they were also Cedar Getters residents of Ballina. Their story
is recorded in local historical texts, as was the case of Charles
Jarrett from 1849, known as the
Cedar King since he purchased the biggest cedar tree ever felled, one that
yielded 38,000 feet of timber. What a sacrilege, to cut down such majestic
forestry giants!!
Jarrett went on to become the
second mayor of Ballina in 1888 and his poetry, epitaphs and stories about the
Richmond shire appeared in many publications. Within that family tree is also
recorded a marriage to a scar faced convict whilst another’s mother was
descended from royalty, but disinherited as she married a master mariner,
considered to be well below her rank in life. His vessel was called “The
Australasian League" which was recorded as being wrecked at the treacherous
mouth of the Richmond River. From its discovery in 1828 the treacherous mouth was subject to shifting sand bars
to become the graveyard to many ships just as many lives were lost. It was not
until two breakwaters were constructed to better channel the river's flow in
the early 1900s that the hazard diminished. Even today, viewing the bar one can readily imagine
how easy it was for craft to capsize in the treacherous waters. On my Mothers side both grandparents were English migrants who also settled in Ballina.
Saturday, January 16
RAAF Glee Club
London, England. 1943-01-04. The RAAF Glee Club was formed by an RAAF Chaplain Squadron Leader (Sqn Ldr) Gordon Wood on board a ship which brought Australian airmen to England last year. Members of the Club are seen broadcasting in the weekly series "Britain Sings" in the BBC's Empire Services. Left to right: 413150 Pilot Officer (PO) Frank Walker of Wellington, NSW; Sqn Ldr H. C. Thrush of Adelaide, SA; Sqn Ldr G. Wood; 409597 PO L. Roper of Bentleigh, Vic; 412396 Sergeant Pilot C. Byrnes of Moree, NSW; 401317 Sergeant Observer C. Notman of Skipton, Vic; 408511 PO D. Pile of Camberwell, Vic.
underlined my late Father -5th from left
Group portrait of eight RAAF members of a Glee Party performing at a concert at Australia House, London on Australia Day 1943. Their songs were received with great enthusiasm by the audience. Identified from left to right: pianist 416307 Pilot Officer (PO) Hamilton Roland Dacre Budd (pilot) from Broken Hill, NSW (died 1 August 1943 on operations over the Atlantic Ocean); 413150 PO Frank Sutton Walker (observer) from Wellington, NSW; Squadron Leader (Sqn Ldr) Harry Clifford Thrush (chaplain) from Adelaide, South Australia; Sqn Ldr Gordon Gladstone Wood (chaplain) from Wellington, NSW who conducted the choir (died 18 June 1944 in UK); 412396 Sergeant (Sgt) Charles Keith Byrnes (pilot) from Moree, NSW; 401317 Sgt George Claud Notman (observer) from Skipton, Victoria; 408511 PO Donald Zalva Pile (pilot) from Melbourne, Victoria (died 26 October 1943 in Scotland); and 409597 PO Leslie Walter Roper (pilot) from Melbourne (died 4 September 1943 on operations over Germany).
Underlined 5th from the left my late father - passed away in 1969 from war related ailments.
Wednesday, January 6
Value ethics for better business outcomes
Introduction
Business
value ethics has come to prominence in modernity due to the
systemic collapses in corporate responsibility, particularly in the financial
services and banking sectors. By ethics I mean principles or codes of conduct that govern business
transactions.
Ethics relates to both organisations and all involved
or employed inclusive of the regulators charged with responsibility for the
systems integrity What I propose is to examine past philosophers ideas and what can be applied today.
Aristotle’s
beautiful city concepts
Stepping
back in time to the great philosopher Aristotle we find he contends a
city-state should be fashioned on aristocratic nobility and justice principles for
all and not as a business enterprise whose sole purpose is to maximize wealth.
Nor was it to be place purely to promote liberty and equality, but rather he
argued for a constitution based upon on noble actions and in the virtuous sharing
in the community. His ideas overlaid a pragmatic and practical application, by
arguing a city’s control is best represented by a constitution which gives a majority
rule or power to the “middle class” as one suited to equitably represent both the
rich and the poor. Justice and education were to be provided to all equally
regardless of wealth or social standing.
Hence
although Aristotle asserted business could best be transacted by means of money
which he approved to procure goods or services, he also maintained it had become
the catalyst as an accumulated
corruptible means to obtain one’s fortunes. Aristotle was also very interested
in both underlying principles for justice and the importance of aestheticism in
the building environment. He contended the architecture and design of a city
influenced our wellbeing; appearance as well as design brings order and beauty that
conveys happiness and a welcoming feeling to inhabitants and strangers alike.
Such
ideas remain just as relevant for us to day as there were then. For Aristotle was a philosopher that associated happiness with the habit of making
virtuous choices so that by embracing such a disposition he asserted we build our
moral compass to enable us walk a virtuous path through the moral dilemma that
life presents to us. Hence as time goes on it is our underlying virtuous disposition,
strengthened by prior choices, ensures superior outcomes. But the question
arises as to we know what are the right choices. In this respect Aristotle
talks about the middle course, as in the middle ground, for instance as between
profligacy and insensibility as therein lies our self-discipline. Aristotle ideas
on justice are also rooted in virtue and then in its virtuous application.
The counter argument of course is that not all people are inclined to
virtue, nor do they find happiness in the contemplative intellectual pursuit of
virtuous aims. Rather, by way of example we have the counter views of the materialists
and so on. Hence Aristotle, like all philosophers and philosophy in general has
its limitations and one will always be able to demonstrate a fatal flaw one way
or another.
Notwithstanding
his views have proved to be a reliable sage as money and the growth in business
has bedevilled humanity in whatever form it has been adopted be it capitalism,
socialism, communism or a mixture as is evident in modern day China.
Advancements
in science and industrialisation.
But
given the vast advancements in science from around 1500 AD we see the effect of
new discoveries on business and trade. Combined with the puritan work ethic
from the Reformation business expansion began to be associated with virtue, despite
the fact that the 'mercantilist' system that arose was in effect highly
unethical.
For Oliver Cromwell had enacted laws to bolster the
'mercantilist' system to give preference to the British enterprise and shipping
companies. Although historically we have many monetary empires dating back to
the fall of the Roman Empire none rivalled the Industrial Revolution in England
from 1740- 1780, - a logical melting pot given the recently discovered
Newtonian mechanistic world - as suggested by John Gribbin in ‘Science a
History 1543- 2001’
Hence the industrial revolution became the catalyst
for western world industrialization, but it was a two edged sword in terms of
benefits. Whilst inventiveness, division of labour and productivity supported
vastly improved living standards capable of supporting a much bigger population
it was at the expense of massive exploitation of people and land- to become as
many would argue the genesis of our current ecological disaster.
Moral ethicist Adam Smith
During the Victorian era philosopher and moral
ethicist Adam Smith published in 1776 his influential classical economic work
entitled ‘Wealth of Nations’ to criticize the 'mercantilist' system. Smith
articulated the view that business and money was the invisible hand of free
markets which will produce a satisfactory price return for land, labour and
capital because the self interest in any free market benefits the whole of
society as competition keeps prices low. The advantage of free trading has
always benefited nations and was evident in that of the Australian
aborigines. Like indigenous groups elsewhere, they traded ceremonial artefacts,
grinding stones, sea shells, ochre's, shields, axe heads, spears and even 'water
rights' along the permanent waterways that marked trade routes. This enabled a
"United Nations" approach to trade as scarce resources in one region
were exchanged for another's in the same manner as Adam Smith suggested trading
between nations having different natural resources yielded optimum outcomes.
The trouble is, of course, such free trade agreements are reliant on the trust
and goodwill of the respective negotiating parties – something that is prone to
be absent in secret deals where each party vies to outwit the other. The word “free trade” touted by politicians
when entering into these agreements is misleading since invariably it involves
the conferring of rights or preferences only disclosed later to the
public.
Smith was acutely aware any concentration in power
would distort a free market and pointed out Merchants wielded monopolistic
power afforded them as a consequence of bans on foreign competition.
Mercantilism was also associated with a monetary system which used exported bullion
to pay for imports- mainly from Asia- which reduced money supply to exert
downward pressure on prices and economic activity at the expense of
impoverished workers.
Mercantilism
also adversely affected the colonies which were forced to use English ships,
pay duties and only trade in commodities whose prices were set by the British
Empire to effectively create an underclass of colonial citizens - a significant
factor that led to world war and eventual American independence.
Another aspect
to growing industrialisation was the emergence of
"consumerism" as consequence of the ease of transportation and communication
of globally produced goods and services at cheaper prices with more choices to
those who have the means and desire. Aristotle's ideas that our desires can override
ideals of virtue was proving to be a real issue.
Equally Christianity struggled to come to grips
with this new found materialistic world with a wide disparity in opinion. What
emerged were the extremes of religious fundamentalism erroneously linking salvation
to increased material wealth.
Consumerism
Consumerism
Whilst we associate 'consumerism" as a modern
phenomenon the underlying human condition to gravitate to materialism seems
unchanged - given the opportunity a desire inevitably arises to accumulate
material wealth. As the bible says "There is nothing new under the
sun"; the story of Solomon reminds us there is nothing new about how our
desire for material wealth can be all consuming. Solomon was both wise and
ruled as king during a period of unrivalled prosperity, - as a great trader who
secured from King Hiram of Phoenicia the materials for the magnificent temple.
But towards the end of his reign he succumbed to the great trappings of immense
wealth and worshipped idols.
The point to all of this is that all of us, even those with the Wisdom of Solomon, may not be immune to an excessive desire for material goods. It also serves as a sobering reminder that what we may regard as basic human material needs can be the equivalent of rampant consumerism to a struggling African family or even those homeless within our shores.
This applies also applies to nations just as it does to individuals and the amount we are willing to pledges in aid. Going against the trend it is remarkable that a tiny country such as Ireland whose generosity as a percentage of GDP puts other countries, including Australia to shame.
The point to all of this is that all of us, even those with the Wisdom of Solomon, may not be immune to an excessive desire for material goods. It also serves as a sobering reminder that what we may regard as basic human material needs can be the equivalent of rampant consumerism to a struggling African family or even those homeless within our shores.
This applies also applies to nations just as it does to individuals and the amount we are willing to pledges in aid. Going against the trend it is remarkable that a tiny country such as Ireland whose generosity as a percentage of GDP puts other countries, including Australia to shame.
Although you cannot effectively legislate morality or
orchestrate more even social outcomes you can have regulations to ensure free
markets operate in a regulatory environment which specify basic human rights.
We can make provision for safety nets and ensure ethical principles or codes
are operational for both corporations and citizens alike. The irony is
once nations become industrialized, more equal societies almost always do
much better in terms of health, well-being and social
cohesion and that it is the large income inequalities which have the capacity to destroy the social fabric and the quality of life for everyone.
cohesion and that it is the large income inequalities which have the capacity to destroy the social fabric and the quality of life for everyone.
Much of this inequality is driven by a desire to
have more and be rewarded with more as end unto itself which can lead to
treating people like goods. The trouble with having too many possessions is
that eventually they may own you.
Although the classical economics of Smith was
successful on overturning the unethical mercantilist system and his free market
ideas remained popular up until the 1930’s his influence soon waned. In the
period afterwards the inevitable boom and bust cycles continued in tandem with
the growth of the larger financial institutions such as banks whose occasional
lending sprees exceeded loanable funds beyond the level of maintainable
voluntary savings to cause severe social dislocations. An arrogance took hold
to disregard the lessons learnt in the past until the shock onset of the Great
Depression years in the 1930’s.
The great ethicist and economist John Maynard
Keynes
John Maynard Keynes was to present a new radically
different system to offer hope we could avoid recurrences of the painful boom
bust trade cycles. His sensible theory was we cannot rely on business as in markets
to automatically adjust to ensure full employment so long as workers remained
flexible in their demands. Rather his theory saw an active role for government
intervention with both fiscal (taxation and spending measures) and monetary
policy (control over the level of interest rates) to ensure economic growth and
stability. Banks were to be regulated but enjoy ‘Lender of last resort’ from a
reserve to ensure confidence was maintained in the system.
Hence Keynesians thought it was imperative for
government action during severe economic cycles to introduce government
spending, tax breaks and reductions in interest rates during recessions but to
reverse the situation during highly expansionary times. In other words to
increase those same levers during inflationary times.
Following the outbreak of World War II Keynes's
ideas were universally adopted throughout the western world with commensurate
success so that by the time we reached the mid-fifties all western capitalist
nations mirrored his views to share in the relatively strong, stable economic
fortunes of the immediate post war era. When I first studied economics in the
mid-sixties Keynes and Samuelson dominated our textbooks, and there was a sense
of confidence sound economics would guard against recessions. I remember student debates where we considered
the ethics of economic theory and how its implementation would benefit or
otherwise society in general.
For
Keynes was one of the first philosophical economists who insisted economic
theories must lead to fairer more ethical outcome for everyone, and one could
argue his philosophy was s mirror of the a more virtuous system first
championed by Aristotle and then Smith. Keynes' views were no doubt forged from
his desire to avoid a repeat of the great depression where he held onto his
shares and subsequently lost his fortune along with many others. His theories,
supported by extensive mathematically modelling, suggested the need for a
strong regulatory regime to prudently effectively use both monetary (supply of
money and interest rates) and fiscal policy (government spending and taxation)
to help iron out the inevitable economic imbalances. His theories were largely
adopted in Australia with some considerable success.
Keynes's influence begins to wane
As
Keynes's influence began to wane many of his sound
principles were jettisoned – particularly in relation to banking which has led
to the more recent malaise where arrogant reckless and immoral activities
became embedded into an economy whose systematic banking was destined to failure
and become a blight on society at large. The paucity in intellectual enquiry during
this period is breathtaking and I can only conclude much of it was only
possible due to the growth in “crony capitalism” such was the utter nonsense
that underpinned its erroneous applications.
The monetarists who gained ascendancy were sceptical
over the ability of governments to effectively regulate the economy with fiscal
policy as suggested by Keynes, mounting arguments his measures were both costly
and unnecessary – a boon to the naïve politician striving to appease lobbyists.
They argument was one could rely solely on
tight control of money to maintain price stability, a nonsensical concept never
capable of sustaining any modern economy anywhere. These highly simplistic theories,
were both easily understood and very appealing to politicians at a time of high
inflation but selectively seized upon by crony capitalists and vested interests
with no interest whatsoever in supporting a free market economy.
Concurrent to that change in economic focus was a
type of philosophical materialism which had taken even firmer root to assert
our wellbeing or happiness in terms of business prosperity measured solely by money.
This became linked to the fundamentalist type religions who promised future
wealth as if synonymous with salvation. Simply put -if it doesn’t make money it
doesn’t matter! A type of economic fundamentalism persuasively joined forces
with branded religion to present a rather potent cocktail of political
inspiration based upon a minimalist role for regulation, suggesting business as
in markets are sufficient as the sole arbitrator except for control over the
money supply. Undoubtedly this was simply ego driven madness on a rather grand
scale underpinning many of our current problems and the lack of a moral compass
in business today.
Modernism and the call for a return to Values Ethics in business.
The aftermath of the monetarist’s ascension to political power and
influence was the advent of the global financial crisis which has resulted in
the rallying call for a return to Values Ethics in business.
In modernity we live
in a time of intense competition but such competition has led to enmity, rather
than any attempt to build enduring expansions in value in terms of services
offered or goods delivered. This enmity has fuelled a non-virtuous approach to business
which prompts a propensity to crush small competitors and strive for
monopolistic or oligopolistic corporate existence of power for enterprises. In
other words crony capitalism; the exact opposite to the invisible market hand
of the free market where all could compete which was envisaged by Smith. In some respects in modernity, except to the
extent of limited governmental agents and regulation, this lack of an ethical
focus mirrors the practices of the unethical mercantilists. However since the
GFC there has been a groundswell of concern and anger unleashed by the public
who are fed up with crony capitalism. It is not going to be easy to change direction
considering there are currently 11,000 lobbyists resident in Washington alone.
Changing
with the times for the better.
But it is not all bad news, as the groundswell in collective consciousness
to embrace a more ethical application is gaining momentum wherever you look. All
of our big banks for instance have adopted sustainable practices to reduce the
carbon footprint which mean they only occupy the very top independently assessed
5 star energy efficient buildings and most have stopped lending to new fossil
fuel developments. Recently one supported a billion dollar plus lending
facility for new sustainable natural energy development.Paradoxically entities adopting value
ethics are usually the ones that reap the best material rewards, just as a film
which asks a relevant philosophical question or invites examination of a
moral dilemma or allows us to laugh at one another or uses satire to make us
think, will generally do better at the box office.
But we need to do more to encourage business to invest in much needed innovation with resultant productivity improvements based on societal values which are clearly enunciated. There needs to be a particular emphasis to encourage new ideas as in business start-ups, with the provision of added incentive such as providing a tax holiday for their first year of profitability or for the period following the initial investment. This is understood by our present PM and the early signs are very encouraging.
But we need to do more to encourage business to invest in much needed innovation with resultant productivity improvements based on societal values which are clearly enunciated. There needs to be a particular emphasis to encourage new ideas as in business start-ups, with the provision of added incentive such as providing a tax holiday for their first year of profitability or for the period following the initial investment. This is understood by our present PM and the early signs are very encouraging.
Conclusion
Hence advances are being made in a plethora of organisations who are now
embracing the ideas of value ethics regardless of ineffective government regulation.
In fact in many companies they are indeed miles ahead of government legislative
efforts.
Unsurprisingly these organisations perform better and are more attractive
to work in, to invest in and provide sustainable outcomes for customers and
other stakeholders.
St James Ethics Centre provides support to all organisations be they private or
public, profit or not-for-profit, to identify and address the ethical
dimension of what they do. I think it is particularly
helpful for large multinational companies to have on line counsellors from the
St James Ethics Centre to assist employees wherever they are stationed.
http://www.ethics.org.au/past-projects/the-banking-and-finance-oathThursday, December 3
Birds of Tokyo - Lanterns (Official video)
This is another song we are learning with the newly formed Open Door (Not for Profit ) Singers Diamond Valley choir.
Lately I've found
When I start to think aloud
There's a longing in the sound
There is more I could be
In darkness I leave
For a place I've never seen
It's been calling out to me
That is where I should be
When I start to think aloud
There's a longing in the sound
There is more I could be
In darkness I leave
For a place I've never seen
It's been calling out to me
That is where I should be
We never carried days on our own
But now it's up to us to know
The weight of being so much more
We will find ourselves on the road
But now it's up to us to know
The weight of being so much more
We will find ourselves on the road
On we march
With a midnight song
We will light our way
With our lanterns on
On we march
Till we meet the dawn
We will light our way
With our lanterns on
With a midnight song
We will light our way
With our lanterns on
On we march
Till we meet the dawn
We will light our way
With our lanterns on
As we walk out
Without question without doubt
In the light that we have found
It is finally clear
Our day has come
And we'll stand for who we are
We are ready we are young
We have nothing to fear
Without question without doubt
In the light that we have found
It is finally clear
Our day has come
And we'll stand for who we are
We are ready we are young
We have nothing to fear
We never carried days on our own
But now it's up to us to know
The weight of being so much more
We will find ourselves on the road
But now it's up to us to know
The weight of being so much more
We will find ourselves on the road
On we march
With a midnight song
We will light our way
With our lanterns on
On we march
Till we meet the dawn
We will light our way
With our lanterns on
With a midnight song
We will light our way
With our lanterns on
On we march
Till we meet the dawn
We will light our way
With our lanterns on
We held the light
To our faces
And realised
We were chasing
Shadows behind
Not worth saving
So burn it bright
Forever illuminating
To our faces
And realised
We were chasing
Shadows behind
Not worth saving
So burn it bright
Forever illuminating
On we march
With a midnight song
We will light our way
With our lanterns on
On we march
Till we meet the dawn
We will light our way
With our lanterns on
In darkness I leave
For a place I've never seen
It's been calling out to me
That is where I should be
With a midnight song
We will light our way
With our lanterns on
On we march
Till we meet the dawn
We will light our way
With our lanterns on
In darkness I leave
For a place I've never seen
It's been calling out to me
That is where I should be
Songwriters: IAN PATRICK BERNEY,
IAN LEWIS KENNY, ADAM PETER WESTON, GLENN MICHAEL SARANGAPANY, ADAM JOHN SPARK
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