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Someone was talking about what they believed. I’m a bit sick of belief. I want to know what you know, what you’ve experienced, what you feel, what you think, what you deduce, even what you intuit., but I no longer much care what you believe. I’m over it. I think belief is what you get when “magical thinking” congeals.On a lighter note, there’s an utterly hilarious satirical news programme showing on the public broadcaster here in Sydney. It’s called “CNNNN” Its sends up CNN, Fox, in fact any commercial network news. My favourites are the “ Dow-Jones Dancers” who spell out the market trends, Busby Berkely style. The newscast has its own band, a la Letterman. Its advertising is for a burger called Fungry’s which features “Patty the Cow”. The is also a range of cosmetic products called “Esteem, Because you need it!” Last night it sent up Australia’s infantile obsession with sport. Donald Bradman, a nasty man who played cricket very well, has, with the help of our Prime Minister been put on the fast track to secular sainthood. Thousands of dollars have been raised to return some of his “baggy-green” sports caps to Australia, CNNNN launched an appeal to “Bring back the great man’s sock” ....and all the while that little line of text at the bottom drivelled on and on. I love it.Ian’s gone off collecting and photographing shells. I have an extremely glamorous load of washing to do but not before a nice cup of tea. I must get out over the weekend, the wildflowers the other day were breathtaking.