Here, I settled down on the bush verge to indulge in a well deserved snack of scroggin and to gain a mouthful of drink. The glistening waters of the open bay were strangely still and the irresolute sun was even shining through the misty cloud that hung around the high hills. As I sat, the sea lions and shags were going about their lives as though I did not exist or was insignificant / sign/if/I/er. My fears alleviated, I stretched out and began to relax, now, I was glad I had come all this way. The note book I had brought was out of my day pack, ready for the issuing/ensuing ideas I antic/I/pated. These are the type of islands that one can contemplate about complex issues undisturbed, in peace. I had made the right decision.

But still, the debate of the effect of civilization on the integrated eco system entered my reasoning not the precept-civilization perse. Had we progressed to the verge, where our sophistication and intellectual actions, act/I/on threatened our own existence along with much else that was living? Was this the incontrovertible, critical interface between the technological and biological con/ con/solid, consolidate, where to proceed further with the technological meant the extinguish/extinction of the biological? In the search for the ever intr/I/cate clandestines of the universe that we assume are ours by right, had we subterfuged our selves, and half the other life forms on the planet as well? Ultimately, would the reality of life on earth exist only as axiom.

How, alternatively does a place like this reciprocate to the transfigurations we continuously inflict upon it? Is it a question of autocratic puissance once again. Dominance of the power bureaus sUperm/Us. As the world I know is a male construct imposed unwillingly upon women by the patriarchal for thousands of years by dispassionate power bureaus, does the physicallity of environment-territorium that is the earth/ear have analogous encumbrances placed upon it that likewise, are beyond its own domination, that is dom/I/nation. The patriarchal society has always had the power, and through the autocratic society they dictate the way we are prerequisited, and act. Perhaps at the heart of this is the ritual (rit/us) of the coverted male gaze.

Without invited reservation, of the (reservat/I/on) it is argued that the gaze is key, acting as a suppressant of women and demeanering us as only possessional objects to provide a service, a commodity as one would posses a car, a house or fine painting. But do we all eye the earth in the same manner or is it only the conditioned response of the male gaze that coerces us to view it only in terms of possession, possess/I/on and or exploitation at the expense of life? The power of ownership, the responsibility of act/I/on.

Are these islands analogous and powerless to the changes we inflict upon it in much the same way? How can the environment react to this ozone of parenthetical issues for instance in an instance of the bio/geological clock? Is power the key once again? The powerful of any society imposes their convictions upon another, exploiting the humiliation of the weak. Is the world always set up to be polarized into north and south, two opposing forces, the polarizer verse the polarized to be?  Does even the democratic, post patriarchal, eco-synchronous, undissembling socialist de/reconstructed community posse problems to the sig/nature?

Yet there could be other ways of looking at the situation. Take that there could be the perception of examining the existent constructs and deconstructed, postconstructed, futconstructed, fluxconstructed constructs from other intents, unpercievable to our limited discernment. A new world of another perspectiva unverificare. The very lignum vitae we seek. The fus/I/on. It may be that we are conditioned by the omni powerful force, and that as yet that may not be found in terms of differentiated/difference/differance. It may be physical, monetary, intellectual or indeterminate. We know of course, this force is also subtle, not like that of armed extortion, (extort/I/on) it is that with the existing command structure and civil conditioning, that effects even the deconstructed sig/nature with the most dollars, or political persuasion and is patriarchal.

Are we not all authoritarian with our persona of responsibility, intellectual tyrannizes and the decision of act/I/on, towards the rest of the earth?

I was miles from my anticipated/ant/I strategy, but suddenly it seemed so essential.

I can't tell. Was it the oppressive (inpressive) uncharacteristic environment? Was it the way the rugged bush swept/wept down at me with every leaf and twig and insidiously kept creeping closer and closer to my nervous tendon now doubled in anxiety while at the same time the interminable ocean appeared to rush up at me all the way from the apparental horizon? Or was it the licentious thoughts rushing through my head?

I instantaneously packed and in an expedite burst, rushed off across the fluxconstructed path I had come and would go.

Only after I arrived at the visual sanctuary of the boat and the added effects of some paracetamol had time to react did I relax in any way. It was too late, this time the captain wanted to sail on to another anchor and I could not return along these shores. At that time, /I/me inevitably realized that even with the most conscientious of intentions, the pink plastic container still prevailed, as the pre/veil of the inscribed, as the inscription by the inscribe, on the fabric of a pre-civilization precept beach.