Clouds

Clouds

High clouds there

in which the ice covering the seeds of life

where hundreds of needles piercing

we are multicolored like you

We wandered like you

we are yours

born because of the ripples of supernova

Clouds

soft clouds thundering without rain

where the essence of our bodies

is not timeless like you

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The Purpose of The Blog

And so this blog as a contribution to the intellectual history of the Indonesian nation. Douwess Dekker shouted Max Havelaar and brought to the Dutch government policy in the nation of Indonesia. I hope, on the positive effects, this blog has received a little attention from our government in formulating policies. I'm not asking to change the Pancasila, I just ask, make this nation brights.
I believe Brian May at the conclusion that the root problem of poverty in this country is the culture, not economics. In his book, The Indonesian Tragedy, his objective in discussing the various things that happened in the early history of Indonesia until 1978, when his book appeared. Classic indeed. But I see, the problems discussed remain relevant in today. That our poverty, continue to grow and spread up to the spiritual.
I have a big debt to write this to my fellow clergy and free thinkers from intensive discussions with me on many occasions. They give contributions to the knowledge that I did not get in the books and personal experience. I thank them infinitely for willing to criticize, support, straightening and argue with me. The pleasure I get from our discussions to be one of the many beautiful aspects of knowledge.

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The New Reflection of Life

Today we see our ideas came from a variety of direction. Some information was so intense that make us ignore the information from the other direction which may be much better. Research from Scientific American shows that we are more interested in finding what is in accordance with our beliefs, rather than looking for what is not appropriate with it on the Internet. In the acute stage, it can cause an imbalance of fanaticism, which in turn to discrimination on those who differ from us. Concealed from the novelty is a major obstacle to the progress. This blog is devoted to efforts to break the wall to see the other side. Side that may have a solution for all our problems.

In the year 1999, as a vocational high school student from a poor family, I always travel with public transport. Once an old man up in the terminal with me. He looked tired. Until the next station, he did not come down so the driver asked. I just happened to be down to move to another vehicle. He asked "where are you going?". "I want to visit my grandson to the house in Gang Budi Utomo, but from this I do not see the alley, but my grandson told me this vehicle will pass the alley", replied the old man. The driver said, "Well, it does not pass the alley, and then you should come down at Angsana Street, then walk a few meters into the new father arrived at the Budi Utomo Alley". I went down and did not hear the rest. I could feel sorry for this old man a while, until I realized there was a profound reflection of this story. I asked, "what if we also climbed the vehicle and the past so many alley, but our goal is not to be there. If that goal is far out there, we can only reach it by descending from thevehicle and walked toward it, then we arrive. " And this question leads to greater things. Maybe we also similiar to the old man. It could be the solution to the problem we have out there. In places outside of our vehicles. "

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The View From Outside

I am not a clergy. I was out of the vehicle. And I look to the vehicle from the outside. I saw the fight, war and murder. Each felt he had been on the right path. Scuffles often make the vehicle never reached the terminal. I'm not asking you out if it's not your own desire. I could be wrong, there could be the right path. The possibility is always there.
You could see if I stood alone outside. I do not have a mass, I do not have a volunteer who is willing to die for me. I have so long considered to publish my work with great risk. I am like the ant who was among the herd of elephants. Sometimes I feel that my curiosity is a big curse for me. The words of Charles Corlton a bit more entertaining, "He who dies as a martyr, proving that he is not someone who is not honorable, and he was not a stupid person."
I spent a lot of time in my life among the great thoughts. My room looked more like a books warehouse than a place to sleep . Time outside my house is spent in the library and the internet. And I hope, the knowledge I learned so long able to contribute to the country that I love and the world.

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Neurological Background

My view is reinforced by the researches in the field of neurology. Our brains which hiding behind this cranium has so much potential that we have not used up. We see great magnificent buildings and we do not know about it. We feel it's beyond our capacity, and sometimes generalize, this is beyond human capability. We see natural phenomena, and felt stupid for not knowing anything about it and think it's beyond human ability to explain it. Unfortunately, we are often wrong. Something that was impossible, is now real. Once human think it was impossible to fly, now with the planes we fly between the islands and countries. The absurdity of it comes from the limitations that became the basis of our capital. Some people say it's impossible, then consciously limiting himself. He put a barrier on his brain . This Barrier was sometimes so terrible after the organization in such a way, either politically or socially. I call this obstacle 'God'.

Myths and beliefs develop because of this barrier. Many cultures described in this blog given all that he did not know the Lord and worship him. For centuries people believed that lightning is the anger of the gods, his warning is a natural disasters, that the earth was the center of the universe. A very brave broken spirit was of Greece which has given birth to science, a powerful tool against the barrier. After that, we know that the earth is not the center of the universe, that natural disasters are natural phenomena, that lightning is a normal weather phenomenon. However, there is always a gap, there is always exist a room that can not be explained science. Still, some see The God who is in the gap. Now is the day, the gap is getting narrower.

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A Brief History of Indonesia

In the early centuries AD, Hindu and Buddhist culture entered Indonesian archipelago, to explore the islands interior. Dynamism and animist beliefs on adaptation to peace by our ancestors. From here is born of Borobudur, Prambanan and beautiful temples. Religious buildings are always built more solid than in the houses, the result is more resistant to increasing time. The arrival of Islam into the archipelago and later Christians as well, they come in peace and adapt to the existing trust. Frictions sometimes occurs, and not massive. The conflicts that arise even in the trigger by the seizure of the throne and treasures.

Currently, nearly 2000 years of the entry of major religions, a friction causing greater friction. Not recede from our memories the humanitarian tragedy of the Suharto era to the Bali bombings. From communist to Ahmadiah. Looks like globalization causes greater friction. This blog is also likely to cause friction. Your Old beliefs will be criticized and weighed again. However, like the entry of major religions into the archipelago, this is my good intentions. I want the intellectual life of the nation flourishing and provide solutions to problems that would not go over in this country without any steps.

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If I Die Tomorrow

If I die tomorrow ..

I will split my chest

And I will give my heart

to the one who bore me

to flip her wings again

If I die tomorrow

I Will put my lover to my legs

then bring to earth the dream

where an hour seemed like a year

If I die tomorrow

I will give my property to the resounding children

so they are closer to the stars

and progress faster than light

Not the gravestone of gems

It just so regretful for mother

not the tomb of the emerald

It just so the two human sex

A pile of dirt in the middle of the woods

with a roof of the canopy of the jungle

for the beggars to find the shade right next to

during rain storms hit the man

Take absence with writing, not reading and tear

because history is formed by hand,

rather than oral and sadness

declaration of love for this world

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