This spot is sand and stunted mulga scrub
a clump or two of spinifex; but yet,
it is, around this friendly fire, the hub
of many things that we should not forget.
Just what these are, in truth, depends on me;
another head would hold a different store.
The books and teachers who have set me free
to summon here man's genius of yore -
the best that all my species has to give -
are only a selection. For my brain
is limited. This place should not forgive
my failings. For man may not be here again
for centuries. Yet through me flows far more
than poor black stone-age man could bring before.
[from the Desert of my Heart and Mind by F.J.A.Pockley 1912-1990]