It is said of Muad’Dib that once when he saw a weed trying to grow between two rocks, he moved one of the rocks. Later, when the weed was seen to be flourishing, he covered it with the remaining rock. “That was its fate,” he explained.

Kembali ke Kabul bagaikan bertemu kembali dengan seorang teman lama yang telah terlupakan dan mendapatinya hidup menderita, jatuh miskin dan menggelandang.

Software development, like professional sports, has a way of making thirty-year-old men feel decrepit.

Shouldn't death , I thought, be a swandive, graceful, white-winged and smooth, leaving the surface undisturbed?  Blue jeans tumbled in the dryer.

Written By Don DeLillo

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