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“I remember when Elvis died. I wrote my sentiments with words of a little girl in my dear diary, "Many people wanted to see his body. They literally wanted to dig his bones out just to make sure that he was being buried. And I could not understand why. Why people could not leave him alone and let his soul rest in peace." I couldn't get it. I didn't grasp it at that time. In a head of a little girl it was hard to believe that there were mysteries to be solved. That there ruled a conspiracy theory that people thought it was odd that he was buried and the casket was never opened. They didn't believe he was dead! Oh yes. Elvis Lives! And as the world needs his songs, his words, his thoughts, his love, his light more than ever before.”

“It's through the cross that we reach the resurrection. We should be absolutely sure of this truth, and we should keep this cross hidden and not place it on the shoulders of others. It is our cross we have to carry. It is the one God has given us to go through into His resurrection. This is the one we should keep hidden. But there are crosses and crosses, some of our own making. These we should immediately discard. Some permitted by God for our sanctification. These we can share for they are also for the sanctification of others. True, we can help to carry other people's crosses and they can help to carry our crosses, but the operative word is "hidden." The Lord said, "So when you give to the needy, do not announce it with trumpets as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and on the streets, to be honoured by men," and "When you fast, put oil on your head and wash your face, so that it will not be obvious to men that you are fasting, but only to your Father, who is unseen; and your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you." (Mt 6:16-18) Our very hiddenness becomes a light if we do not complain, if we carry our cross manfully, ready to help in the carrying of other people's crosses. Then we become a light to our neighbour's feet because we become an icon of Christ—shining!”

“The history of the Bible is one of perpetual revolution. In that light, we might begin to think about the Bible not so much as a fixed thing but as a dynamic, vital tradition. In light of its history, the Bible looks less like a rock than a river, continually flowing and changing, widening and narrowing, as it moves downstream. For some, thinking about the Bible as a river and not a rock is liberating. That rock has been a millstone around the neck and a tombstone that won’t be rolled away. But for others, seeing it this way can be disorienting. That rock has promised solid foundation in a stormy world. Cling to it or be swept away.”

“The icon of the Bible as God's textbook for the world is as bankrupt as the idea that it stands for, of religious faith as absolute black-and-white certainty. Just as the cultural icon of the flag often becomes a substitute for patriotism, and just as the cultural icon of the four-wheel-drive truck often becomes a substitute for manly independence and self-confidence, so the cultural icon of the Bible often becomes a substitute for a vital life of faith, which calls not for obedient adherence to clear answers but thoughtful engagement with ultimate questions. The Bible itself invites that kind of engagement. The iconic image of it as a book of answers discourages it.”

“Be no longer willing to be placed in someone’s personal trophy collection only to be dusted off and placed back at their discretion! You are a work of art, made for a museum full of the most valuable pieces! Be who you are, Be one of a kind, Be an ICON, BE AN ICONIC WORK OF ART!”

“Mandela alikuwa hodari ndiyo maana akapelekwa jela. Alikuwa mvumilivu ndiyo maana akakaa jela kwa miaka ishirini na saba. Alivyotoka akawa kiongozi bora wa Afrika Kusini. Utu ukafanya awasamehe binadamu wenzake. Urithi wa Nelson Mandela kwetu ni uhodari, uvumilivu, uongozi bora, utu na msamaha kwa binadamu wenzetu. Mandela alikuwa baba kwa familia yake. Kwa Afrika Kusini alikuwa mlezi wa ndoto, ya amani na uhuru.”

“Mwalimu Julius Kambarage Nyerere alikuwa baba kwa familia yake. Kwa Tanzania alikuwa mlezi; wa ndoto ya haki, amani, uzalendo, ujamaa, na uhuru.”

“Freedom is Chaos. It is the absence of structure, logic, control and discipline. A free person is a chaotic person. I don't want to be free. I enjoy my discipline. I like control. I like having a goal. I find it soothing to work hard. Freedom scares me. There is so little definition to it I wouldn't even know where to start. I don't like freedom. It's a ball of anxiety if you ask me. When I think of free people, I imagine hippies, alcoholics, drug addicts, homeless people, fat people and unscholarly teenagers.”

“We compete on various levels as humans. Popularity. Intellectual capacity. Social status. Titles. Monetary superiority. Physical strength and fitness. Beauty. Ability to get romantic partners. Power. Influence. Morality. Talents. Skills. Achievements. Awards. Recognition. Personal qualities. Even a nun, a priest of the highest echelon, and the religious worker taking photos with random children in Africa, are competing for superior morality and recognition for their selfless deeds. Just because your inherent needs for recognition differ from those next to you does not mean you are free of them.”

“You are sculpting yourself. Of course it's painful. Carving every detail you want in your life into the tender fabrics of your own existence. Your body, your mind, your business, your home. Is it not beautiful? How there are those of us that are willing to bear insufferable pain, all to achieve their highest form. And then there's the rest of the world, fragile creatures, porcelain dolls, the unscuplted masses. All too scared to bear the burden. Pain is the seed of power. If you can not tolerate it, you should not compete with those who will.”

“Power is the result of rigorous self-observation. Self-observation causes a higher degree of self-consciousness, especially of the things we do not like about ourselves, which causes us to change or inadequacies into strengths, and so we achieve power. Power comes from identifying your weaknesses rapidly and eradicating them for good. Assuming that you're correct is the fastest way to remain incorrect. You're probably doing something wrong somewhere, which is why you are in the position where you are instead of where you want to be. The more you ignore it, the worse it gets. You need to stop avoiding it and face the facts. Study yourself to study your weaknesses. And when you do, they will disappear. If I avoid the mirror I will eventually be unable to face it. If I avoid my balance sheet, it won't get any bigger. So I watch myself. I observe and I criticize. I exercise self-discipline and judgement, reward and punishment, a focused routine of self-evaluation.”

“SANG PENARI V — Wirasa para Bayang Penanda Pada malam di mana kota kehilangan listrik dan cahaya hanya datang dari bara rokok para gelandangan, Sang Penari memasuki ruang kosong yang seakan dibangun dari gema ribuan panggung yang pernah runtuh. Di sana, bayang-bayang empat maestro dunia menunggu seperti para begawan dari peradaban yang jauh lebih tua. —Mata kosong dari Teater Noh — “Hannya”— Topeng iblis perempuan dari Jepang kuno itu menggantung di udara seperti wajah kesedihan yang diawetkan. Setiap denting langkah Sang Penari menghidupkan memori ratusan aktor yang pernah mengabdi pada ritual panggung yang mengaburkan batas antara tubuh dan arwah. Hannya berbisik: “Kemarahan yang kau sembunyikan adalah dewa yang kelaparan.” Dan Sang Penari pun bergerak seolah sedang kerasukan, memanggil monster yang ia takutkan. —Bayang Lorca di Granada— Dari kejauhan terlihat siluet Federico García Lorca, penyair yang mati karena rezim yang membenci imajinasi. Tubuhnya yang tak ditemukan mengirimkan resonansi gelap ke dalam tarian itu. Ia membawa gitar patah, dan setiap petikan memanggil ingatan perang saudara yang pernah memakan generasi muda Spanyol. “Tarianmu bukan hiburan,” katanya, “itu adalah pemberontakan sunyi terhadap sejarah yang lupa belajar.” Sang Penari menekuk tubuhnya seperti ingin memecahkan waktu dan dari gerakan itu terpancar bintang-bintang. —Siluet Anna Pavlova — The Dying Swan— Dari kabut lampu panggung, muncul bayang ratu balet itu, gaunnya tampak koyak, sayap putihnya hitam terbakar seperti burung yang gagal melintasi api neraka. Ia menari pelan, penuh luka yang dilipat-lipat menjadi keanggunan. “Tak ada kecantikan yang lahir dari kemenangan,” bisiknya seperti bulu angsa yang tercerabut dari akarnya. “Kecantikan hanya lahir dari kehancuran yang kau terima tanpa menunduk.” Dan Sang Penari mengikuti geraknya: sebuah tarian kematian yang memurnikan diri. —Bayang Bhairava — Penari Kosmik India— Dari dasar ruangan muncul langkah-langkah keras dari Bhairava, aspek tergelap dari Śiva, penari yang menari untuk menghancurkan dunia agar dunia dapat dilahirkan kembali. Rambut gimbalnya menyulut angin hitam, lonceng-lonceng di pergelangan kakinya menggetarkan mimpi buruk yang sejak lama ia tinggalkan. “Kalau kau ingin hidup baru,” suara Bhairava membelah udara, “tarianmu harus membinasakan dirimu yang lama.” Dan Sang Penari mulai berputar dengan sangat cepat, meninggalkan serpih-serpih identitas yang terlepas dari tubuhnya seperti sisik ular yang terkelupas. Agustus 2025”

“Sang Penari VI — Perjumpaan Puncak — Litani Penanggalan Roh— Keempat empu itu mengitari Sang Penari seperti konstelasi gelap yang menolak memberikan arah. Topeng Hannya—membuka rahasia luka batin yang ia simpan sejak remaja. Lorca—memberinya bahasa untuk mengutuk ketidakadilan yang ia alami. Pavlova—mengajarinya bahwa keanggunan adalah bentuk terakhir dari keputusasaan. Bhairava—menuntut ia menghabisi semua bentuk “aku” yang masih ia genggam. Sang Penari bergerak di tengah mereka, gerakannya membentuk huruf-huruf tak dikenal seperti alfabet kuno dari peradaban yang hilang. Ia menari sampai tubuhnya bukan tubuh, waktu bukan waktu, dan seluruh ruangan berubah menjadi ruang batin. Di puncak putaran terakhir, ia merasakan dirinya terbelah: separuh menjadi angin, separuh menjadi debu, separuh lagi menjadi sesuatu yang tak memiliki wujud namun menyimpan kecerdasan tak terlukiskan. Dan tiba-tiba, sunyi. Hannya jatuh menjadi topeng kosong. Lorca lenyap seperti tembakan yang tak punya peluru. Pavlova memudar menjadi serbuk putih. Bhairava kembali menjadi cahaya merah gelap yang mengalir ke tanah seperti darah dari dimensi lain. Sang Penari berdiri sendirian. Tapi ia bukan lagi manusia. Ia adalah penanda, arsip hidup tentang apa yang terjadi ketika seseorang menari sampai inti jiwanya menghilang. Dan dari ruang gelap itu, sebuah suara tanpa bentuk terdengar: “Kini kau bukan lagi penari. Kau adalah tarian itu sendiri.” Agustus 2025”

“As we stare into the icon, the world we are looking into ishn't shrinking or vanishing. Rather, it is expanding and growing. I like to call this The Wardrobe Effect, borrowed from the scene in C. S. Lewis' The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, where the children move into and through a small space (the Wardrobe) to emerge into this vast expansive space (Narnia). An icon is trying to create, via reverse perspective, this same effect upon us. Heaven is more real and larger than this world.”