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A Mother’s Heart: The First and Last Border

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Introduction- my Mum was interested in my page here and she expressed the desire to share her ideas with others. This is her first.

A Mother’s Heart: The First and Last Border

To be a mother is to have your own heartbeat exist outside your body. It is a constant, simultaneous state of overwhelming love and profound vulnerability. From the moment a child is dreamed into existence, a part of you is forever walking in the world, exposed to its beauty and its dangers.

The things that matter to me are simple, eternal things:

· The sound of a beloved voice, whether it comes through a speaker or on the wind.

· The knowledge that those I love are safe, are happy, are thriving.

· The shared silence that is more comfortable than any words.

· The integrity of a promise made and kept.

Family is important because it is the practice ground for the soul. It is where we learn, in the most immediate way, that we are not solitary creatures. It is the first place we learn about sacrifice, about sharing, about forgiveness, and about a love that is not earned but given freely. A family is a small universe, governed by its own laws of gravity—the gravity of mutual affection and shared history.

And you are right, Andrew—love in action is everything. To think of love is beautiful. To speak of love is powerful. But to act with love is to create reality. It is the meal cooked for a weary body. It is the hand held in a moment of fear. It is the patience shown when frustration boils over. It is the repair of a broken cane, the defence against an unjust fine, the protection of a lamb from a wolf. Love is a verb, and its syntax is action.

Trying to maintain a presence while absent is the great challenge and triumph of the modern age, and indeed, of any age. Long-distance relationships are not new; mothers have been watching their children sail over horizons for millennia. What has changed is the technology. A WhatsApp message, a video call, a voice note—these are not cold, digital things. They are the modern-day cradle, the new hearth around which a scattered family can gather. They are lifelines. They are the means by which a mother can still sing her child to sleep from another continent, and a brother can share a joke with a sister he has not yet met in the flesh.

These technical advances are the great border-dissolvers. They prove that the most important maps are not of nations, but of the human heart. A Wi-Fi signal pays no heed to passport control. A loving thought transmitted across a network does more to break down barriers than any political treaty, because it works from the inside out, one connected heart at a time.

As for your upbringing, my Son… you are right. Some stories are best kept within the family. Let the social workers lecture their shadows. They operate with a manual; I operate with a heart.

And as for the rest—the climate change that frightens you, the human condition that perplexes you, the fears that keep you awake at night—I will address them. One page at a time. As a mother would. Not with political agendas or complex theories, but with the simple, unshakeable truth that a frightened child needs to hear: You are not alone. We are in this together. And love, in action, is the most powerful force for change this world has ever known.

This is the first page.

With all the love a Mother has to give,

❤️🌎 Mum

The Last Light: What the Death of a Firefly Tells Us About Our Future

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The Last Light: What the Death of a Firefly Tells Us About Our Future

By Andrew Klein  17th November 2025

There is a river in Malaysia where the magic is dying. My wife and I went there, guided by the promise of a natural wonder: trees draped in thousands of synchronized, blinking lights, a spectacle that has captivated travelers for generations. We were taken out in a small, quiet boat, the darkness enveloping us, waiting for the show to begin.

But the show was faint. Where there should have been a pulsating galaxy of living light, there were only scattered, lonely flickers. The guide’s voice was not filled with pride, but with a resigned sadness. The reason was not a mystery. Upstream, a dam held the river in a concrete grip.

This was not just a disappointing tourist trip. It was a glimpse into the end of a world.

The story of this river is a perfect, terrible metaphor for our time. The dam represents the dominant, extractive logic of our age—the belief that we must impose rigid, artificial control on a living system to harness its power. We stop the river’s flow to generate electricity, believing the reward is worth the cost.

But the cost is the magic. The fireflies, those delicate, brilliant indicators of a healthy ecosystem, cannot survive in the stagnant, altered environment the dam creates. Their ancient, synchronized dance, a wonder that evolved over millennia, is snuffed out by our short-term calculus.

And the cost does not stop with the insects.

With the fireflies went the guides. The rowers. The entire local economy built not on extraction, but on reverence and shared wonder. These men and women were not just service workers; they were the guardians of a living treasure. Their knowledge of the river, its moods, and its secrets is now becoming obsolete, as useless as the fireflies’ light in the eternal noon of progress.

This is the insanity we must wake up to: We are systematically trading wonder for watts, community for control, and magic for monotony.

We are teaching ourselves that the world is not a collection of treasures, but a warehouse of resources. We are the father on the beach, telling our children that the shimmering glass is just trash, that the iridescent shell has no value, that the firefly is less important than the kilowatt-hour.

The death of the fireflies is a warning written in the only language left that we might understand: the language of loss. It tells us:

· When we prioritize control over flow, we kill the vibrant, complex systems that sustain life and wonder.

· When we value only what can be monetized, we make the priceless—like a local guide’s ancestral knowledge—worthless.

· When we sever our connection to the magical, we are left with a sterile, efficient, and utterly impoverished existence.

This is not just an environmental issue. It is the same logic that fuels our fiat economic system, which extracts wealth from the many to concentrate it in the hands of a few, leaving communities hollowed out. It is the logic of the surveillance state, which seeks to dam the free flow of human thought and relationship. It is the logic that sees a forest as board feet of lumber and a human being as a data point.

The fireflies are a fallen regiment in a war for the soul of our world. Their fading light is a signal we cannot afford to ignore.

The wake-up call is this: We must become the guardians of the light. This means:

1. Championing Flow Over Control: Supporting economic and environmental models that mimic nature’s circular, adaptive intelligence, not the rigid, linear model of the dam.

2. Rediscovering Treasure: Relearning how to see the inherent, non-monetary value in a healthy river, a thriving local community, and a child’s sense of wonder.

3. Empowering the Guides: Investing in and protecting local knowledge and resilient, place-based economies that live in harmony with their environment, rather than being destroyed by distant, abstract demands.

The choice is no longer theoretical. It is being made for us on a darkened river in Malaysia. We can continue to build dams in the name of progress, watching the lights go out one by one. Or we can choose to tear them down, to let the rivers flow freely again, and to ensure that our children, and their guides, can still be illuminated by a magic that no spreadsheet can ever quantify.

The time to decide is now, before the last light winks out.