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Do you have a leather jacket? One for a ten-year-old boy?" I asked the man selling leather jackets and gloves in Covent Garden, London. "Yes, I have one right here!" And the man dug out a fine leather jacket that looked styled and tailored for a young boy. "I'm buying this for my son" I said to him. "I love this jacket, it's perfect, I think I will just come back for it tomorrow, though! I'll be back tomorrow, okay?" And the man reached his arms above his head, and said with a big smile upon his face "You only have one life to live! What is the difference if you do something today, or if you do it tomorrow?" I thought about the man's words. And I bought the jacket. He was right, there is no difference, really, between doing something today and doing something tomorrow, when you only have one life to live! Afterall, tomorrow may never come! All you really have is today! ↗
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Given the obstacles to merging these fragile and diverse forms of storytelling into a single tale, it is, paradoxically, by venturing in the opposite direction -- by listening for the silences between accounts; by discovering what each genre of recordkeeping cannot tell us -- that we can capture most fully the human struggle to understand our elusive past. What this past asks of us in return is a willingness to recount all our stories -- our darkest tales as well as our most inspiring ones -- and to ponder those stories that violence has silenced forever. For until we recognize our shared capacity for inhumanity, how can we ever hope to tell stories of our mutual humanity? ↗
Selalu ada korelasi dari setiap peristiwa yang terjadi, tetapi kekerasan hati manusia seringkali memutuskan itu semua ↗
How it can be?" - Asked me - "so many years of work, and no one publication? Hmm ... " When they say "Hmmm ...", argue impossible. Arguing makes sense only if ones say to you: "You have a broken link, here, on the eighth page. Reply on "Hmmm ..." You can say just: "Sorry, it happened ↗
Those who fervently love God are intoxicated by His warmth and live out their addiction like moths drawn to a flame. ↗
لقد أصبحت الآن فى سلام مع الله، أؤمن بأن كل إضافة إلى خبرة الإنسانية أو ذكائها أو حساسيتها هى خطوة نحو الكمال ، أو هى خطوة نحو الله ، و أؤمن بأن غاية الوجود هى تغلب الخير على الشر من خلال صراع طويل مرير ، لكى يعود إلى برائته، التى ليست براءة غفلاً عمياء، بل هى براءة اجتياز التجربة و الخروج منها كما يخرج الذهب من النار و قد اكتسب شكلاً و نقاء، إن مسئولية الإنسان هى أن يشكل الكون و ينقيه فى نفس الوقت ، و ليس سعيه الطويل إلا محاوة لغلغلة العقل فى المادة ، و خلق كل منسجم متوازن يقدمه بين يدى الله فى آخر الطريق ، كشهادة استحقاق على حياته على الأرض"ـ ↗
But then I realized, they weren't calling out for their own mothers. Not those weak women, those victims. Drug addicts, shopaholics, cookie bakers. They didn't mean the women who let them down, who failed to help them into womanhood, women who let their boyfriends run a train on them. Bingers, purgers, women smiling into mirrors, women in girdles, women on barstools. Not those women with their complaints and their magazines, controlling women, women who asked, what's in in for me? Not the women watching TV while they made dinner, women who dyed their hair blond behind closed doors trying to look twenty-three. They didn't mean the mothers washing dishes wishing they'd never married, the ones in the ER, saying they fell down the stairs, not the ones in prison saying lonliness is the human condition, get used to it. The wanted the real mother, the blood mother, the great womb, mother of fierce compassion, a woman large enough to hold all the pain, to carry it away. What we needed was someone who bled, someone deep and rich as a field, a wide-hipped mother, awesome, immense, women like huge soft couches, mothers coursing with blood, mothers big enough, wide enough for us to hid in, to sink down to the bottom of, mothers who would breathe for us when we could not breathe anymore, who would fight for us, who would kill for us, die for us. ↗
