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From now on, I am no longer write on this blog :)
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I just move here:
CooL! now SADAKO can actually come out of your TV!
*in overly confidence toneCooL! MINORITY REPORT's for ReaL!
*in overly confidence tone
Alfon, my nephew, fell of again this morning. Head first, big bump. He's learning to walk. It seems like everyday that he physically hurt himself. In a cartoon he'd be like crayon sinchan :p. Amazingly, he's still trying. Of course he cried, of course he feels a little doubt each time he starts to try again, but he never stops. Thank god he's easily distracted. We gave him minyak tawon and bring him close to a fan, don't know why but he likes to watch a fan whirling so much, and he stopped crying.
The Alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had brought. Leafing through the pages, he found a story about Narcissus.
The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who daily knelt beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty.
He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus.
But this was not how the author of the book ended the story.
He said that when Narcissus died, the Goddesses of the Forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.
"Why do you weep?" the Goddesses asked.
"I weep for Narcissus," the lake replied.
"Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus," they
said, "for though we always pursued him in the forest, you
alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand."
"But..... was Narcissus beautiful?" the lake asked.
"Who better than you to know that?" the Goddesses said
in wonder, "After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each
day to contemplate himself!!"
The lake was silent for some time.
Finally it said:
"I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus
was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my
banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty
reflected."
"What a lovely story," the alchemist thought.
Friday,Febuary 8 2008, I attended a dialog. The title was "The Dilemma of Muslims in America". The speaker was Mr.Putut Widjanarko. He earned a PhD from Ohio University with his dissertation "A Study of Indonesian Transnational Muslims in New York City". He is also a director of Mizan Publisher.
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