You can always tell when the Bunyip is present. The presence of the Bunyip is not so much characterised by the hair on the back of your neck standing up, but rather everything seems to slow down and take on an extra significance.
It may seem strange but it is as though the shadows are darker, the sun is brighter, the water is wetter and we are all gathered together in the presence of the Bunyip.
Sometimes mothers talk of the Bunyip to bring wayward children into line. And always with a faint air of foreboding.
Some say the Bunyip is the marsupial Pan transmogrified at the ends of the earth. And they do have things in common. For no one has ever seen Pan or the Bunyip and lived to tell the tale. Yet tales are told of the Bunyip around the camp fires. And one cannot but feel that the Bunyip is listening.
No one really knows what the Bunyip does and yet each one of us in our hearts feels the presence of the Bunyip.
The catholics of course call it the Real Presence but the protestants think it is all superstition. But when you are lost in the Bush and you hear the call of the Bunyip, the hair on the back of your neck stands up.
And out in the Never Never the Bunyip howls for his banshee lover creating the earth and the sky, the creeks and rivers, the rain and the sea and you and me.
Oh he's still here. A few days ago he was telling us how America bombed Vietnam because of illiteracy issues. Whatever point he was trying to make was apparently based off Marshall McLuhan's study of the effects of media on societies, which I have admit is the first time Victor has proved useful at something.
Oh Peguy, when are you going to prove yourself useful for something, other than deferring to some scholarly authority?
At least Victor has his own ideas...
Is it wierd that, since he's had that avatar of that australian politician, I've imagined Victor AS that chick? It's kinda cute. Love you, bro.
Is it that by its indefiniteness it shadows forth the heartless voids and immensities of the universe, and thus stabs us from behind with the thought of annihilation, when beholding the white depths of the milky way?
There is nothing new under the son. - Solomon ben David
Not even you, nebbykoo. - da mouse
Scholarship is vanishingly rare these days, and should command more respect.
Attacking V is not a form of scholarship...niether is posting youtube cartoons.
In the several thousand years since that statement was made by Solomon, we have seen tremendous growth in all areas of human knowledge, most of which were not conceived of in ancient times. And it's sun, not son. Or perhaps you were being clever and meant son as metaphor for Christianity, in which case, you are correct: there is nothing new within that branch of historical knowledge; only new spin, doctrine and equivocation.