The law of the jungle as universal law

One day in winter 2001, with the freezing westerly wind blowing off the escarpment, I made my way down to my local beach (McCauleys), a place I now know as Kuradgi. The place where we were part of a very moving ceremony on Thursday. The humpy wasn't there then. Just a few tents. I met an old man, Uncle Guboo, who was camped there, protected from the cold by nothing but a thin sheet of plastic. He shook my hand and we exchanged a few words. But I went away profoundly moved by the experience. A Yuin elder, Guboo's philosophy was that all of us, by connecting with country could find a way to save the world. Guboo knew every beach and mountain of his country, and I became convinced that by applying his wisdom, the world could be saved. From that moment, Guboo's philosophy became the spiritual and intellectual inspiration for the rest of my life.