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Nice selection of quotes

Jung: On Dreams:  Here is one I like:

Dreams are impartial, spontaneous products of the unconscious psyche, outside the control of the will. They are pure nature; they show us the unvarnished, natural truth, and are therefore fitted, as nothing else is, to give us back an attitude that accords with our basic human nature when our consciousness has strayed too far from its foundations and run into an impasse.

“The Meaning of Psychology for Modern Man” (1933). In CW 10: Civilization in Transition. P.317

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Memory

I am getting Virtual Memory problems. I wonder how my M200 is actually handling its 2 Gig? I tried Freemem Pro but is only recognizes 1 Gig I wonder how this app will work ?

http://www.bysoft.com/

FreeRam shows I have but one Gig!  Oh dear.

Will look into this more!

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My WordPress Blog

I set up this WordPress Blog in December 2005, but at that time found no way to import my Blogger posts from the old Psyberspace. Today that went like a breeze & I love this so far. I want to do more structured blogging. Having categories is a blessing. I will move ofer Kate’s News at some point but will want to know how to cutomise it a bit more first.

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The Book of Ash – James Flint

I am really loving “The Book of Ash” by James Flint. Gripping, funny, provocative. The non-fiction novel (is that what it is?) has photos in it – which is in itself quirky like the whole project. On close examination (on the net) the photos are really quite exquisite, though they don’t reproduce well. I like his over the top language, in the way I like Tim Robbins.

The most I have enjoyed a book since “Snow Crash”. Highly recommended.

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Wide brown land

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror �
The wide brown land for me!

We had to say this at school in the fifties – over and over and the imprinting sticks. I love the place. Went there recently for the Psychodrama Conference in Brisbane, spent a week in northern NSW, driving around, camping, the poem kept rolling through my head, especially when there were floods or sweeping pains. I saw plenty of both while there.
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Australia

Great Southern Land Lyrics – Icehouse

Great Southern Land, in the sleeping sun
you walk alone with the ghost of time
they burned you black, black against the ground
and they make it work with rocks and sand
I hear the sound of the stanger’s voices
I see their hungry eyes, their hungry eyes
Great Southern Land, Great Southern Land
you walk alone, like a primitive man
you walk alone with the ghost of time
and they burned you black
yeah, they burned you black
Great Southern Land

I have roots in that land. I heard the author speak about the first long note in that song, listening to him talk bought me back for a look. It is inspired by the the vast width flying from Sydney to Perth. I have flown that a few times! Vast sunburnt. I am not sure I really get the words but I sense an awe of of the land intertwined with the original people.

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