‘The task of art is to state in aesthetic creation the deepest psychic and personal experiences of a human being so as to enable those experiences to be intelligible and generally recognised within the total framework of an ideal world.’
In the wake of the wave of support Greg Inglis has received over the past week for seeking professional help for depression, the focus should now turn to what exactly the NRL and South Sydney Rabbitohs aim to do for Greg when he retires from the only profession he has had since making his NRL debut as an 18 year-old in 2005.
“One of the great truisms in business,” says a friend of mine, a former high-flying lawyer who claims throughout his colourful career to have shared board rooms with the likes of Kerry Packer and Rupert Murdoch, “Is that people will almost never do anything when they fear they could be fired.”
“Fear is the great controller of progress.” He says.
I sat in awe on the sideline, shaking my head and watching the Bulldogs supporters erupt as the unknown prodigy Ben Barba zipped through the Parramatta Eels defence like a magician on his way to the try line.
“He’s a freak!” roared Garry Carden, the notoriously old-school Bulldogs trainer responsible for physically preparing the likes of Johnathan Thurston, Josh Jackson and Sonny Bill Williams.
For my 23 years, I thought I knew what it meant to be an Australian on Australia Day. A barbecue, a few beers, a game of backyard cricket and a laugh with good mates seemed to me to be the ingredients that, when combined, could produce a bloody good Australia Day.