The plight of the Tetratheca juncea continues unabated by 'concern' for metaphysical emotional suffering

^{BY THE GHOST OF JAMES J. JAMESONSON, DVR (UNION OF SOUTH AFRICA})

THERE seldom exists a moment within One's life when One cannot help but to think of imponderable moments which may not have perished, had it not been for One's own pusillanimity in the face of egotistical desires which, as time would have it, precipitated more pressing concerns which subsequently beguiled One's own mind, may have begat consequences which One could relive with pride. Instead, One can only immerse Oneself in invented states of being, where One can only begin elucidate as a smattering of self-reproach, encased in an overwhelming sense of perturbation in a dolorous trance.

What can One do to occupy One's mind in a conceited attempt at smouldering One's malfeasance and wickedness. One could do many things, One supposes. For instance, One could assay One's exploitations in a predetermined course of action to fettle One's malversation. Through such a metaphysical elucidation One may perhaps be encouraged to pursue propitious behaviour. Such behaviour may produce tangible outcomes. However, One should be careful not to let Oneself fall victim to spurious credence that propitious behaviour ought to necessarily result in what One wishes not to but One cannot avoid compartmentalising as the 'common good'.

Alternatively, One may be disposed to transliterate One's presentiments in a popular composition, easily accessible to the citizenry One identifies with. And it is with this, that One wishes to appraise One's sentiment state with what One can not help but feel could, under certain pretences, by an indeterminate number of physical beings, the same physical beings with a metaphysical emotional state which corrupt the behaviour of said physical beings, be condemned as, when the physical being operates in the spoken language known by an indeterminate number of human beings as English, a five-letter word, under the pretence that such word is spelled correctly, on the assumption that such a locution indeed has the capability in polite society to be spelled in a manner in which an indeterminate number of physical beings may reckon to be fallacious, that is, the word g-u-i-l-t.

Alas! Dear reader, One cannot help but be succumbed with an emotional state bereft of good humour, one which One can almost experience as tenderness in the chest, the physical being shackled down as the subservient prisoner of the emotional mind. Why, then, must One be subjected to such distress? Well, One's dear reader, One's emotional state, it is suggested, may reverberate into actions of the physical body, the fingers, to impart such dreadful delinquency. It may seem as though such phalange be equipped with an emotional state of their own, although, nonetheless, it may seem as though such a state may not be realised.

One must a-d-m-i-t that One may, it is indeed possible, through evocation, that One may not have been, perhaps, a proper upstanding member of One's own peoples, or so it may seem. It is a potentiality. It cannot be said with surety. Indeed, few affirmation can be. Nonetheless, there remains the possibility, aided by an emotional state which, with the passing of time, may or may not be representative of past events as they were, or indeed, future events as they may occur. For One is, it must be said, or should be said, or could be said, or must not be said, or should not be said, but not cannot be said as, dear reader, One is saying such things to you now, that One is wanting of such an existence where One can be deemed to be 'psychic'.

Rather, One must make the declaration, indeed, One must. One's own conscious state suggests that One must. No, One should. One feels that One should, make the declaration, that One possesses contrition, compunction, dejection, self-condemnation, sadness, self-reproach, lamentation, self-condemnation - apologies, dear reader, for One has made such a declaration on an occasion numbering more than the singular event, but of a number smaller than three - sorrow, contrition - apologies again - shame, sadness, unhappiness, remorse, sorrow, dismay, disappointment, grief, mourning, repentance, penitence, general dismay over the enterprise of Oneself in a time not present, nor future, but of some begone time, relegated to the division of memory and misery which the human brain is capable. Indeed, it may be demonstrated in some time not of the present, nor the past, but of another time which has not yet occurred, that the brain of creatures other than human have capacity to discern a time not present, nor future, but of some begone time. One does not wish to discriminate, dear reader, but One cannot help but feel One does so and cannot operate in such a capacity where One does not do so.

No, One's dear reader, One must c-o-n-f-e-s-s that One has an aching heart, caused by the lack of action which One took. Rather, did not take. One wishes to make the effort to ensure that it may not be made any clearer, that such action One did not take.

One was warned in memorandum by a physical being deemed by One to be of utmost intellect, character, integrity, brilliance and honesty, but not dishonesty, dear reader, One would not wish to characterise this physical being as one of deceit, duplicity, fraud, cheating, trickery, duping, hoodwinking, chicanery, underhandedness, guile, dissimulation, bluff, pretence, artifice, treachery, codology, imposture, hoax, misrepresentation, trick, stratagem, wheezing or rorting. No, dear reader, One would hasten to avoid such analogies of such a physical being. No, such a physical being was of utmost intellect, character, integrity, brilliance and honesty. And this character of utmost intellect, character, integrity, brilliance and honesty foreshadowed grim events. Such grim events, it must be said, pertained to the extinction of a little-known, or little-known by One, perhaps big-known by others, but not One, Elaeaocarpaceae endemic to the state, not country or city, or town, or shire, or suburb, or municipality, or country, known by the layman or woman or person as New South Wales. This Elaeaocarpaceae, native to the state - not country, nor city, nor town, nor suburb, One must hasten to add dear reader, One has been told is known by some - but not those who know little of such Elaeaocarpaceae, dear reader, for they do not know it at all, as Tetratheca juncea.

Dear reader! Dear reader! Pray God for One's soul! For One did not heed the locution of the good former Senator for Western Australia, The Honourable gentleman, but not gentlewoman or gentleperson, or gentlegoat, dyljam. One did not listen, no! And dear reader, One cannot help but see that this Elaeaocarpaceae would become extinct if One did not hasten to action! But one did not! One did not hasten to action, dear reader! And now misery has succumbed, dear reader, misery has succumbed! One cannot help but feel guilt! Guilt, dear reader! One must admit! One must confess, dear reader!

Oh, dear reader, pray God for One's soul! Profit, profit dear reader, by not following the example set by One! Heed the Honourable dyljam's locutions! Heed the Honourable dyljam's citations! Heed, dear reader! For One has failed God to protect the Tetratheca juncea! The curse of dyljam shall reign supreme!

Heed, dear reader! Heed!