tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387281765073334786.post5848624842738797882..comments2007-10-21T16:19:04.556+08:00Sandy Kusumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16651859182949032252sk@balisoft.co.idBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387281765073334786.post-22825569644873025872007-10-21T16:19:00.000+08:002007-10-21T16:19:00.000+08:00Pak Chandra,<BR/>Terimakasih atas komentarnya dan tambahan resource dari Kahlil Gibran.<BR/>Semoga saya punya kesempatan untuk membaca buku-bukunya.Sandy Kusumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16651859182949032252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8387281765073334786.post-42128778673769800312007-10-10T12:20:00.000+08:002007-10-10T12:20:00.000+08:00Betul pak, memang menyedihkan sekali ... namun begitulah sikap dan sifat manusia secara umum.<BR/><BR/>Saya sangat suka dan hobby sekali membaca buku buku Kahlil Gibran, berikut saya petik dari buku " The Madman " nya Kahlil Gibran.<BR/><BR/>Pemikiran Kahlil Gibran sangat universal, tidak terkungkung oleh batasan apapun, oleh karenanya tetap relevan sepanjang masa.<BR/><BR/>Sayang blog tidak dapat kirim attachment, maunya saya attachkan beberapa karya Kahlil Gibran yang luar biasa menyentuh dari sisi kehidupan.<BR/><BR/>Namun dapat di download gratis melalui http://www.kahlil.org/downloadfiles.html<BR/><BR/>Disitu beberapa karya besar Filsuf Lebanon dapat didownload, diantaranya The Prophet, The Madman, a Tears and a Smile, The Satan dsbnya<BR/><BR/>My Friend by The Madman Kahlil Gibran<BR/><BR/>My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear-a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence.<BR/><BR/>The "I" in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable.<BR/><BR/>I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I do-for my words are naught but thy own thoughts in sound and my deeds thy own hopes in action.<BR/><BR/>When thou sayest, "The wind bloweth eastward," I say, "Aye it doth blow eastward"; for I would not have thee know that my mind doth not dwell upon the wind but upon the sea.<BR/><BR/>Thou canst not understand my seafaring thoughts, nor would I have thee understand. I would be at sea alone.<BR/><BR/>When it is day with thee, my friend, it is night with me; yet even then I speak of the noontide that dances upon the hills and of the purple shadow that steals its way across the valley; for thou canst not hear the songs of my darkness nor see my wings beating against the stars-and I fain would not have thee hear or see. I would be with night alone.<BR/><BR/>When thou ascendest to thy Heaven I descend to my Hell-even then thou callest to me across the unbridgeable gulf, "My companion, my comrade," and I call back to thee, "My comrade, my companion"-for I would not have thee see my Hell. The flame would burn thy eyesight and the smoke would crowd thy nostrils. And I love my Hell too well to have thee visit it. I would be in Hell alone.<BR/><BR/>Thou lovest Truth and Beauty and Righteousness; and I for thy sake say it is well and seemly to love these things. But in my heart I laughed at thy love. Yet I would not have thee see my laughter. I would laugh alone.<BR/><BR/>My friend, thou art good and cautious and wise; nay, thou art perfect-and I, too, speak with thee wisely and cautiously. And yet I am mad. But I mask my madness. I would be mad alone.<BR/><BR/>My friend, thou art not my friend, but how shall I make thee understand? My path is not thy path, yet together we walk, hand in hand.Chandra Lesmanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16497704669645764816noreply@blogger.com