The beginnings of this story are grounded in a period of both moral crisis and intellectual-social transformation. We and our fellows had lived through a searching time - one of disenchantment for many of us - following public admission in 1956 of shameful actions in the USSR.
Lightning is the key word in this story of wildfire. It's a story being told in this time of climate change. Its scene in March was one of blackened trees - a desolate scene mile after mile. We were travelling the road that winds through the oldgrowth forests of northwestern Tasmania. Green shoots had broken forth on the eucalypts and the tree ferns, but the ancient forest trees of Gondwana were lifeless. Their 'yesterday' was…
