I'm grateful that, after an early life of being silenced, sometimes violently, I grew up to have a voice, circumstances that will always bind me to the rights of the voiceless.

We are entering an era of heightened disaster, thanks to climate change. Being prepared for disaster will mean being prepared to sift truth from rumour, and being prepared to adjust our worldview.

There's really no such thing as the 'voiceless'. There are only the deliberately silenced, or the preferably unheard.

My self-imposed mandate is to be the voice for the voiceless.

For me, being in a car or on an airplane is like being in limbo. It's this dead zone between two places. But to walk, you're some place that's already interesting. You're not just between places. Things are happening.

Sometimes it seems that the fate of the world is decided entirely in the ether of electronic communications and corporate backroom deals.