The machine is Us/ing Us

really true.. :D :">

kutipan centini

"... cinta adalah karya agung yang mengubah nafsu menjadi nafas. itulah jalan pelepasan terbesar, kenikmatan di luar kenikmatan tubuh."

- Amongraga pada Tambangraras



Ngga nyangka kalimat di atas berasal dari Serat Centini, yg lebih terkenal karena keerotisannya ketimbang muatan filosofisnya.

Akhir-akhir ini kok banyak dapat masukan berkaitan dengan kebudayaan Jawa yah... bulan kejawen nih ;)

'only a lonesome joker can see through delusion'

"I don't belong anywhere.
I am neither a heart, a diamond, a club, nor a spade. I am neither a King, a Jack, an Eight, nor an Ace.
As I am here - I am merely the Joker, and who that is I have had to find out for myself.

Every time I toss my head, the jingling bells remind me that I have no family.
I have no number - and no trade either.
I have gone around observing your activities from the outside.
Because of this I have also been able to see things to which you have been blind.

Every morning you have gone to work, but you have never been fully awake.
It is different for the Joker, because he was put into this world with a flaw: he sees too deeply and too much."


Truth is a lonely thing

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from The Solitaire Mystery - Jostein Gaarder

what lies ahead...

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Berseru Supaya Tetap Selamat - Dan Yakin


Pada suatu hari seorang nabi tiba di sebuah kota untuk menobatkan para penduduknya. Mula-mula orang kota mendengarkan khotbah-khotbahnya, tetapi lama-kelamaan mereka tidak datang lagi, sampai tidak ada segelintir orang pun yang mendengarkan kata-kata sang nabi.

Pada suatu hari seorang musafir bertanya kepada nabi: 'Mengapa Anda masih saja terus berkhotbah? Apakah Anda tidak tahu, bahwa tugas Anda itu sia-sia saja?'

Jawab sang nabi: 'Pada mulanya aku berharap dapat mengubah mereka. Kini aku masih terus berseru, agar supaya mereka jangan mengubah aku!'


(Burung Berkicau, Anthony de Mello SJ, Yayasan Cipta Loka Caraka, Cetakan 7, 1994)

all that remains are sweetness

if only we can keep things that are dear to our hearts
but each moment is a moment of its own path
each life is the rightful master of his own life
and our presence is transient, save for the memory