One reason we resist making deliberate choices is that choice equals change and most of us, feeling the world is unpredictable enough, try to minimise the trauma of change in our personal lives.

A strangely reflective, even melancholy day. Is that because, unlike our cousins in the northern hemisphere, Easter is not associated with the energy and vitality of spring but with the more subdued spirit of autumn.

I suspect the secret of personal attraction is locked up in our unique imperfections, flaws and frailties.

The thing we need most is each other.

Is it possible that literacy standards are falling because young Australians are growing up in a culture in which they can be entertained and informed, and in which they can communicate effectively, without having to master any but the most rudimentary literacy skills?

No one welcomes chaos, but why crave stability and predictability?

Nothing is perfect. Life is messy. Relationships are complex. Outcomes are uncertain. People are irrational.