On and on The rain will fall Like tears from the stars Like tears from the stars On and on The rain will show How fragile we are How fragile we are Thinking of this song by Sting, it is how I felt this morning, on my way to work in Melbourne, the downtown towers hardly visible in the smog. I was thinking of my youth in East Berlin, a winter walk through grey streets, under grey clouds, in the air the smell of thousands of coal fires burning in the flats of the town. 50 years of science are buried here in an avalanche of lies spruiked by the miners. I am sad and angry. Peter