“…You deny us human rights”
–Kevin Gilbert, Australian Aboriginal Poet
“I like crossing imaginary boundaries people set up between different fields…There are a lot of tools, and you don’t know which one can work…”
–Maryam Mizarkhani, Mathematician
Compelled to evolve within psychic draconian terrain, my pre-birth implies interior volatility, alive as proto-astrological nexus, and this nexus marks an explosive pathway beyond human neurological capacity. Such is my post-mortem state under the auspices of the planet Eris,* the latter, linked to a state igniting strife, stoking greater life by means of seminal disorder. This being destiny seemingly marked by ingrained disruption, by dossiers of contradiction, nevertheless, allowing higher view of human destiny as it progressively reels from super-imposed disruption of itself. It has become not unlike scattered salt, poisoned, primed to dissipate at the evolutive crossroads. It being an amperage spontaneously subject to gross psychic disruption. The general mind rife with evolutive disorder seems vehement with spontaneous rupture, with general distress spurred by eruptive oscillation. What follows from this are degenerate breathing rhythms, limited to superficial conjoinment of facts via material ideology. This leads to nothing less than psychic a-rhythmia. And this a-rhythmia spawns itself across collective neurology lending itself to unsparing dissension. In consequence, one’s lake of neurons surreptitiously wizens and devolves into particulates that perpetually clash. Hence, spontaneous circumstance kindles a sullied human field of habitual devastation attempting to rise above this habitual scale. Thus, reality having lost all distinction between upper and lower planes seems skewed towards magnification of lower bodily function, which seems to coil the mind in the service of negative minutiae, which in turn provokes a more in-grained myopia. Thus, my voice non-aligned with the explosive dissipation of capital and has accrued under the aural principate of a psychic Tasmanian whose aboriginal connection exists prior to the earliest suns. Therefore I am other than ghost, other than the maze given over to visibility. In terms of visibility I am of isolate compilation teeming with impalpability, with none other than blaze-less grasp, susurrant, emitting telepathic observation that counteracts entropy on all scales. I counteract constriction to such a degree that any numerical constant shifts so that it naturally eludes scale or measure. I, being equivalent to that which preceded original stellar formation, which preceded its nascent magnification. I exist as energy beyond the syllabus that empowers the mind with energy translate-able to nouns.
Thus, my energy does not imply noun-like stasis hovering above Mount Ossa* construed according to myopic evidence, thereby implying some intangible savage, implying a species of creature European settlers once shot on sight. The earthly calendar holds forth the time frame of 1828* when my once embodied carcass was codified as evil. Codified for my being dark and male and obstreperous. According to European assessment my body was the site of menacing interior calamity, of gross ill-proportioned dread. I have secretly surmounted that which ignites all habitation. And now, what has been scripted via birth and its existential withdrawal from the inferno of congealment can only be equated with that which amounts to leaking solar mass. To make an irregular leap this means that I naturally subtend the fumigation of stasis as leprosy. This leap is not unlike the radiant internality of mysterious electrical mapping that has clarified my state as spontaneous repulsion of gravity. This was nascent to my unknown noun circa 1828. I was sent to Flinders* to perish only to have emerged after death by existing on a plane of impossible forensics. The dialectics of salt can never announce, or never conjure its presence out of matter. This is the secret that saviour’s withhold from existential emergence seeking to convince us by their aloofness that eternity can be squared according to the stationary praxis of a free standing noun. What arises from this state of instruction remains a proportional glyph structured via illusive mechanics, this being power curiously inscribed via perpetual delimitation. This is how fragments hypnotize, this is how illusive saffron is ingested. Of course a leap beyond this latter psychic state can be referred to as meta-irradiation.This is where extinct mammals bask, where trenchant physical proof de-exists as ellipsis. An irradiation not unlike indetectable pressure that is akin to the interstice between galaxies responsible for their motion as structural meta-carbon where the realia of this pressure respirates as impalpable uranian acreage. This being the perpetuity that persists as infinite continuum. This continuum can neither be stored or measured.
The beautific can never be cognitively construed as the model of origin, but only through electrical inference by which galactic structures are ignited. As for inferential trance one can never be instarred via human sensing stranded as it is at its present juncture. Because this trance exits over and beyond sensate limitation higher rigour suggests pressure that continually seeks escape from itself subtended as it is by susurrant fuming. There always persists the tenor of grasp scrawling itself as master of the incalcuable. Never can the cognitive convey material supremacy over that which escapes it.
Because my voice exists as nameless meta-orality, I remain as de-inhabited foment whose body has seemed to vapourize into the refuge of mystery, whose remains are absent of sentinent memorials, whose voice now blazes as seeming in-vocable, yet continues to expand beyond all the bounds invoked by extrinsic measure. I cannot be extracted by powers ideologically subjected to data, to tangible imbroglio posited upon European finding. Therefore I ride a strange long horse into darkness, into irregular yield, that attempts to square my former body within the principle politics of death. This is not the nexus of the body as perpetual code glaring with evidence as fundamental tension as propounded by Laplace.* Of course, my power extends sans the wake of Newton inveigled as it is by determinism, beholden as its been to optics cast adrift inside itself.
Tasmanian registration was never open to myopic substrate. Matter, as regards its Newtonian habitation can never do other than remain at a level of secondary evidence, acting as a tool for a delimited set of integers, that when faced with forms of intangible proportion seems only to whir by means of incriminating tautology. As if reality is non-seismic, is nothing other than a manipulated clause, capable of emitting a perfect set of evidence. As if realia could be cognitively scaled and announced as half and half of that half ad infinitum. As if one could extract by flagrant particularization a specific core of centripetal hamlets. Within these hamlets, beasts, plausible methane, general nitrogen and fire? They can only be evidenced via noun based proof, enlivened via a sense based spectrum condoned within the throes of exterior formulation.
Because infinity exists, invisibility exists within invisibility, thus, the forensics of material speculation fails in terms of assessment of itself creating for itself the forensics of isolation weighted as it is by exotic spectra and theorems. What is implied by these spectra and theorems are apparitions leading to unknown beasts, to seas of populated methane. So when cognition brokers itself at this level, it brokers a galaxy of cataracts allowing nothing higher than myopic optical cinder, which in turn brokers a circumstantial unnerving, provoking a glossolalia of panic, that rises no higher than three dimensional menace. As if these three dimensions persisted on the other side of vapour.
Within this internal vapour I am cryptically squared being akin to empty space that contains more energy per cubic centimeter than “all the known matter in the universe.” Thus, I am synedoche as power, as summary that persists without a mimed or cognitive thesis. In order to chronicle fluctuation the mind must regress in order to emend itself so that it ceases to engage itself as restless example. Thus, quelling itself via abstracted fever so that it is able to remove itself from telepathic expression, via compound laterality. Perpetually bound to analogy as stricture, to analogy as reduction simply to evince a bound monomial assessment. The latter being telluric inscription never prone to living nautical intelligence, to the spirit of living solar array. Thus, to beget mystery, to extoll seeming error, alchemically scripts itself to rise above noun-lit solar fragments as if uttering through collapsed torrents a bodiless dossier of sound. I can by no means adduce rabid gravitation while remaining sired by galaxies that vanish and emit themselves as powerful proto-turning. Knowing that they harboured alien self-sufficiency prior to seeming stratification. Knowing that prior to their present circumstance they possessed genetic pre-disposal towards refractive Palawa.* The latter being none other than their motion as after-current, again being motion as brazen apparitional silence. Not as Christianized perishability, but what was called in Palawa, krakapaka*, constant circulation over and beyond death. Thus, I am never circumspect via human absence, say, as a mysterious sea dog, or via growth of ferns on the moon, or perhaps, as a carnivorous Macaw in transition. As emission from the refractive plane I sing a hamstrung carol in psychic Palawa* compelled by its angular omnivorous density. And these carols are daunting phantasms as aural streaks across blackness not unlike sonorous simultaneity of rays out of Africa.
I can speak of my Ice Age lucubrations in Fraser Cave 19,000 * years ago that descended to the “Black War* when the Whites sought to reduce us to corpses, when we clashed with them to reabduct our stolen women. On this refractive plane absence of noun exists as personality being akin to darkened energy absorbing and creating space beyond itself, beyond the scope of cognitive instigation. This being none other than the discipline of anomalous choreography, this being what noun based psychology would announce as abstract pontification. Again, there must concur a state of refractive evidence concerning our aboriginal crossing “during glacial maxima” when the sea was at its lowest ebb 39,000 years ago. Our first migration was across the primeval estuary called at present remove, the Otway/Murray estuary* via the King Highlands,* being 12,000 years removed from “glacial maxima”, we, as new immigrants from “South Grampion’s* region” followed by a third wave of us that entered via the Furneaux highlands from “Gippsland”*, and after 5000 years BP “a final wave of immigration via the King highlands from the Mount Gambier/Warrnambool region”*, not as abyssmal conclave but as vanished inscription.
We fished, we carved tools out of bone, there was never hesitation as regards our interior strength. We maximized location, we ate wallabies and possums as part of our demonstrable meta-condition. And this condition remains akin to energy that populates empty space. Not simply juncture via interior quantum dazzling, but contact sans, say empirical kelp that tends isolate itself in itself via diurnal minutiae. Akin to diurnal minutiae our spiritual power has been subject to constriction by gaunt European verbiage that has promised supreme summation of paradise sans inclusion of those accused by their God of spontaneous infraction. Spontaneous infraction in this instance aligned with circuitous alchemical acts, which according to their sullied mystical saviour broaches the self with evil sans eternal salvation. Via pronouncement of their saviour alchemy remains nothing other than a wizened mesmerism in keeping with the Danse Macabre.
Heightened neurology as trance creates in its wake transparent neurological vapour, the latter living as cleansing non-sequitor. This portends transparent rotation as holographic ballet. This is not some fictitous meta-scalpel, or a prairie of blue lenses aligned to capture the void and weigh it as intervallic circumstance. According to phantom displacement I susurrate atop an oneiric Mount Ossa, the latter being part of an astral Pelion Range.* it is not unlike fire from our oneiric Sun, anonymously lit 3/4 removed from its galactic mean. Let me say that this oneiric Sun is meteoritic in demeanour open to meta-suggestion that never registers as weight. This is not theoretical magnification or a complex theorem formed from thirst ridden psychic complication. This complication being not unlike a tribe of noiseless owls wafting infinite degrees below tremor seeping into a plane that supersedes velocity being errorless and hyperbolic. This exceeds isolate informations remaining in its depths causeless and perpetual in its expansion. This being expansion beyond all known and unknown subsequence, beyond vanished particularization and the body as origin of primal mountains and geysers. In this sense I am concerned with simultaneity that supersedes phases.
Say, as Bantu or Tamanian I am hieroglyphic sand that continues to waft above cognitive orchestration. In this context I am subject to errorless contagion, not unlike alchemical labour, but without sense of exhaustion, without compound information that constricts one’s inner spectrum.
And so I ask, what comprises energy that ascribes itself to the curious dictation of lenses? Stricken palabras? A whale seeking refuge from waters roiled by human imprecation?
These latter questions imply weighted noun related venture sub-conjoined by the terminal wattage of fixation. Thus, the palabras, the lenses, the whale all elements of anti-fixation, of repulsion to gravity. As regards blazing decree its disappearance is due to absence of scale. Scale in this instance being rigidly sourced cognitive delimitation. For instance, there exists ironic realia that self-creates itself beyond particles that reflect it scattered as they are throughout various utensils. Perhaps, the latter scattering exists as exercise via alchemical lacunae over and above private suggestion. I’m thinking of the power that enlivens a breathing mammal which enters the form as living tidal consistency. Thus I am not a posited feud, or a miraculous hamlet aligned to private compunction. Because of the latter I am not a script restricted and trapped by fomented scales on alphabetic plantations. As alchemical figment I combine with empty space over and above combined matter thereby superseding the scale that evinces combined deliniation.
According to prior Tasmanian inkling one is capable of the energy of disappearance allowing one to utter via decibels of inaudia. Perhaps one could say that I refer to the body as curious gestural dust, as non-methodic and never prone to contraction. Thus I am not corroborating or complexifying a curious feud with existence, igniting waves of micro-inflamation so that they combine as cubic centimeters of emptiness superseding combined matter that seems to suffice as the gross measurment of heaven. There exist planes that do not subscribe to themselves, that subsist prior to Tasmanian inkling combined at the pitch of disappearance. Let me use as measure the momentary grammes of the Sun, not as a terse ferocious habitat blazing above this crag of Tasmanian quanta, blazing above a looming wilderness of voids, sans structured celebratory crystal simultaneous with its own telepathy. This code of voids being of abstruse energy seepage through terrestrial property as scaleless ghosts, as a-mundane circulation.
The latter being my power as Tasmanian aboriginal, as aboriginal, assaulted and physically scorched so that elimination transpired as the order of the day. This, in accordance with British brutality as amendment. These were tumultuous instants. Because I no longer register as noun, as carnivorous skill set, as lurid dangling, I am freed to circumvent asuric vibration. Thus, I exist knowing that as darkened energy I seep through myopia as it exists as superimposed alignment. And this super-imposed alignment is none other than Western moral geriatrics with its personal mores, with its extrinsic doctrinal instigation. Thus, my energy persists over and above its inclement posture, over and above its degradation being living jade, being higher spiritual verdet. And this deepened verdet is none other than an inclusive state of pre-positional energy that exists as wandering flow, as torrential understanding. And this understanding reveals itself as seepage passing through a varying calliope of wombs.
As vanished Tasmanian I am at one with sable irradiation, with weightless pitch that dawns over and beyond infinite solar mass. This being none other than aboriginal velocity, supersessional in nature, not via grammes, not analogous to a wilderness of birds, but as impalpable state that refracts the Ground,* never concluded as angular forum, or a form of doubt lifted and re-concurred as re-classified stasis. I cannot discuss myself as particularized fever, or prosecuted circumstance suggestive of burden to myself, because nouns as ultimate condition can never be fixed, or prosecuted via latent configuration posited as separable confinement, or as harried monomial venture at the juncture of darkness. Of course the mind needs be cleared of omens and fixated trappings. They can do nothing other than litter light as it seeps from transpersonal kindling. One must free oneself of separative cognizance, of structurally still born thinking in order to brave the challenge of psychic liminal gulfs, of protracted intervals where the soul is curiously tested. Fettered perception creates illusion of motion through paralysis all the while having it suffused by uncertainty. This being circumstance that seeks to scale a closed referendum, a referendum seismically assaulted by post-mortem apparitions. The latter being bodiless states alive via unknown conditioning that exists as a-linear pacing that allows subconscious meandering before and after death because the void does not explore its tenor via nouns that obscure its presence always leaving its riddle refracted.
When the body expires under the auspices of the Saxons the void remains excluded in principle, with the corpse surmounting its presence via a chronicle of residue. In this context the body is the only known acquisition, the only known tracery of former energy that once enlivened it. This leaves the senses bereft sans the planes of the uncanny. Therefore one needs evolve beyond seeming domestic minutiae allowing a curious emancipatory stillness to transpire. This stillness seemingly arrayed with regressive intentionality evinces itself through dazed behaviourable glances. This state being response to broken moral considerations, being response to squandered reply ushered in via the guise of quantitative registration. Not that I seek to further obscure my meandering alchemics by orchestral density. The a-terrestrial continues to erupt in code sired by circuitous neural quantity. Thus, the cells spin as inclement meta-ciphers, problematic, self- haunted, seeping into tenebrous complexity via complex motility. Perhaps this is none other than evolutionary code, resonance that continues to build as proto-Tasmanian choreography, as primal Tasmanian electrical field that understands even murderous whalers and the general decimation they have wrought.
As electrical presence I can do nothing other but condone seepage in the service of seeming vehicular absence. Thus I am alive as unknown immensity, as mysterious geometrical incandescence. Let us take earthly solar example and its seepage into absence. It is nothing other than the reverse of spontaneous absence shaping itself into galaxies that condense into differing rates and turnings. So as this electrical absence I imply an interior plane of blizzards, a proto-mutability sans tenebrous colloquys of confusion thereby summoning a scenario of Betelgeuse* and the Sun, our common solar ember, as scenario teeming with riddles. To describe these random solar examples exits as nothing more than a combinatory fragment, knowing that Betelgeuse extends beyond the general rotation of Mars. Yet, in a numerical sense these dialectical suns and their attendant planetary planes remain infinitely subsequent etched with the genetics of mystery.
So as oracular Tasmanian I spontaneously repulse the tenets of gravity understanding the double solar example of Betelgeuse and our common solar figment to be what I’ll call simultaneous fragmentation. One could say that simultaneous fragmentation could serve as an ambiguous treatise attempting to particlularize vapour, or match abstract law with abstract law. But in this instance, simultaneity remains code for hyper dimensions of existence. These dimensions being both visible and invisible include seen solar systems as well as the impalpable state that empowers them. In terms of quanta, Betelgeuse and the Sun,* at one level, are in-consequent fragments that function at oblivious scale. But as simultaneity or fragment this double solar example enacts itself as interior sigil being seepage of itself beyond itself, thus, it is the universe itself expanding beyond its staggering body of mazes, beyond what poetic philosophy would aurally signal as an isometric gulf subverted by rogue integers. Because as fragment they seem as ratios, but concerning their simultaneous underlying current they go on forever not unlike an irrational number of continuous 7’s* existing beyond authorship of invisible galaxies, beyond the limit of what the mind can conceive. Perhaps via partial glance the void abstractly staggers as a meandering gramme, as a gramme that seemingly fails at consistency with itself. This exists as vertiginous exercise that both escapes and absorbs itself as particle. Thus, one’s neurology is simultaneous with such exercise expanding and contracting to such a degree that it begins to ascend above known respiration where known thought can never enter.
As for trans-cosmic solar bifircation none ultimately exists, existence is one. To rise to this level through experiential understanding one must submit to the agony of transmutation far beyond the exercise of pointless pagination, far beyond the abstract evidence of un-kindled facts. Thus, my imaginal body sits astride a vapourous Appaloosa circling simultaneous crags of Tasmania and Mars. Such circling remains a subsequent quest if solely committed to noun-centred revelation which in the end extends no further than compound stationary induction. This being psychic tautology seeking a populace of nouns that goad themselves to finalize as answers. As if the mind could winnow a single answer from an infinite fraternity of answers.
Perhaps if I summoned a figure from what I’ll call contained stationary value, say, containing a quantity of abstract insistence, say, a number that streams into presence as 999 followed by 350,000 zeros and then squared 150 times remains within the auspices of spectacular containment housed as an array of vertigo, as a delimited draft of vertigo, subsequently compressed as synecdoche to a 5 with 50 zeros compressed for accessible consumption. These being attempts at totalitarian integer so as to psychologically ensnare motion making it subsist as an ironically squared fraction. In such context the mathematical mark ceases as poetic fluidity thereby ceasing to partake of its invisibility as consciousness. I am concerned here with uncountable blankness. The latter thus transmutes to dynamical glistening.
Yet to approach these numbers from another plane is to say that the unknown and the other merge at a juncture sans practical habitability, a habitability that I contend was once simultaneous with levels of meta-Palawa.* I was bred to inhabit these meta-ranges above dispersal of the body after death, where the essence of Palawa as power can never be walled off via seeming extinction condemned to faulty recollection of its prior animation.
The flow of singing in eastern Tasmania continues to exist, continues to flow as darkened expansion of space. Yet its flow on Earth has been extinguished by Saxons, honing their hatred to its self-appointed presence. By doing such they’ve annealed themselves to a corrupted form of subsequence, to theorems implicate with truncation, with a savage form of infamy, providing them with classifiable justification for self-appointed crime. They have created a brief but destructive linkage to living nuance condensed by inductive self-priority, thereby instilling psychic autocracy. As vanished Tasmanian, they remain to me, instarred as lizards who abducted our spacious paradise acre by acre so that we have become subject to absolute physical vanishment. Having passed over into darkness I propound through perpetual resistance, ignition of ghosts, ignition of intrinsic profanation that continues to seep as baleful susurration, as principle power combining heresy with intransigent psychic palpitation. My voice being alive as particle dyslexia, certainly not contained by diagnostic priority, or proportional tirade. My voice being nothing other than a architecture of blurs, of burning selves that exist as cross-identity, as camouflaged basins teeming with pre-emptive sharks. As if my selves are the voices of sharks in transition fore-telling immeasurable scale, hidden as code within barbarian semniotics. Its spirit not as blind and illegible ornament, but provocation of eclipse allowing rise of higher obscurity where certain cephalopods cross into light listening to themselves via the tone of a transparent clavicle.
Because there is tacit correspondence between the dead and the living dead, this is none other than a medium akin to the darkened transitional ray symbolized by the Oort dimension. This being bodiless grammar not unlike the substance that hovers as bottomless petroglyphs. This being vibrational emptiness scripting itself as a living maze of sapphire sans distraction erupting from embrangled apparitions.
This being the scale of my summary realia that existed as interminable grace. And it was this grace that Saxon invaders disrupted when they terrorized my kin by abducting our “orphaned” children turning them into servants. Such action was symbiotic with their venomous colonial governor who had us hunted for sport.* This was none other than compound ruination that subsisted as post-mortem methane, as protracted avidity. This being neurology wizened to such a degree that it distills at ophidian boundary. This being sans the Sun or Tasmania as origin. This taking on the spirit of super-imposed evil where translucence itself enters a gulf susurrant with endemic corruption. This being a blinding replete with threat that seems to spiral out of sulphur.
Since I’ve assumed the depths of the invisible I’ve assumed the purest signals from the Sun. It has entered my voice and perpetually lives through my voice, where the noun loses reception of itself and becomes conversant with vibration. Perhaps the cells of cephalopods partake of hyper-dimensional synapse and exposure to a level. sans stupendous dimming existing as ferocious example. As for latter day Europeans they remain in confusing psychic vacuums over-extended with strain and failing attempts at calibration for control. It remains a dubious pressure, a pressure that extends to all domains of living. In contra-distinction I remain mesmerized by hyper-dimensional ballet, thereby overcoming a terse circumference of tactics. The latter remains another nutation which neither lives nor dies, nor suffers general gnawing from proposals advanced by what is generally accepted as secular propulsion. In the latter state one is both simplified and rendered inert by charismatic burden. It is none other than a glossary of bewilderment that abets a facile consumption of one’s nature as chronically measured discomfort. One is thus cannibalized by disheartening.
This being said, there exists the alphabet of the cosmos with its experience of solstitial widening. Being thus transmutes through deepened summarization. This being none other than an immaterial compendium. Then the body advances as a transmuted glossary, the latter existing “as all outcomes of measurement” realized on differing parallel planes. Of course the soul cannot be asessed as a probable state, but as an oscillating gulf never prone to gross statistical pulse, to contingent repartee as waking informational complex. It remains suffused by internal rays, in this sense akin to the shadows of galaxies pointing to the origin of their state as being sourced by a realia of otherness, of darkened energy refracted as spectral flotation.
This being a mediumistic glimpse into boundless percolation. And at Tasmanian scale this is not unlike the legendary Walyer* who sought to protect this inherent percolation who brought mayhem on European sealers who to seal off her spirit by brutality as their primary method.
To paraphrase Einstein space comes into itself by means of itself like a cobra wrapped around its own inference as its own self-making expansion.
Here I am existing beyond the accepted scale of neurological syntax that accelerates through compositional generality so that it floats not by myopic measure, or by ominous tautological haunting, never trapped by dark behaviourable winter. As for incommensurate reasoning or penurous speculation none seems to have the power to propound itself via the code of conspicuous desecration. Thus, the Tasmania above which I float being akin to quantum baryonics given over to non-registration, -to non-existent summation, to dense inter-galactic plain song.
- Eris – outer planet beyond rotation of Pluto. Symbolizes discord.
- Mount Ossa – tallest peak in Tasmania.
- 1828 – British “Royal proclamation” declared “martial law” against arboriginal people, having them slaughtered via the Cape Grim Massacre.
- Flinders – proximate island where Aboriginals were banished by the British to perish.
- Laplace – early 19th century french mathematician who articulated “the pressure-volume relationships of spheres.”
- Palawa – language of original Tasmanians.
- Krakapaka – the word for death in Palawa.
- Fraser Cave – an Ice Age habitat of original Tasmanians going back 40,000 years.
- Black War – violent conflict between British settlers and original Tasmanians 1825-1832
- Otway/Murray estuary – place where “first migration commenced” of original Tasmanians 39,000 BP”
- South Grampions – where second wave of immigrants entered Tasmania and displaced Palawa. 17,000 BP.
- Gippsland – point of third wave of aboriginal immigrants who enter via the Furneaux from Gippsland 17,000 BP.
- Mount Gambier/Warrnambool region- point of departure for final wave of immigrants 17,000-5,000 BP.
- Pelion Range – range of mountains in central highlands of Tasmania Mount Ossa being its tallest peak.
Ground – In philosophy it means the absolute
- Betelgeuse and our Sun – two disparate solar bodies the former large enough to reach the orbit of Mars, the latter, limited to effectively reaching its inner planetary orbits Together they are imperceptible in terms of cosmic scale.
- continuous 7’s – an irrational number that exists without limit
- “hunted for sport”- British Governor George Arthur made a decree that aboriginals were to be shot on sight.
- Walyer- female who led guerrilla attacks against European sealers