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And stop not till the goal is reached.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Komang Satria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164358592405349094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/KomangSatriasBlogspot" /><feedburner:info uri="komangsatriasblogspot" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUMSXo8cCp7ImA9WxZQFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894249211126148172.post-4750000294291633271</id><published>2008-02-20T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T06:38:08.478-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-20T06:38:08.478-08:00</app:edited><title>Stop Becoming Weak</title><content type="html">1. Strength, Strength, it is that we want so much in this life, for what we call sin and sorrow have all one cause and that is our weakness.with weakness comes ignorance, and with ignorance comes misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Never be weak. You must be strong. you have infinite strength within you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Never think there is anything impossible for the soul. It is the greatest heresy to think so. If there is a sin, this is the only sin - to say that you are weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The only saint is that soul that never weakens and faces everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. All weakness, all bondage is imagination. .. do not weaken!...Stand up and be strong! that is all the religion I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Know that all sins and all evils can be summed up in that one word,weakness. It is weakness that is the motive power in all evil-doing; It is the weakness that is the source of all selfsishness; it is weakness that makes men injure others; it is weakness that makes them manifest what they are not in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The weak have no place here, in this life or any other life.weakness leads to slavery. Weakness leads to all kinds of misery, physical and mental. weakness is death. There are hundreds and thousands of microbes surrounding us, but they cannot harm us unless we become weak, until the body is ready and predisposed to receive them. There may be a million microbes of misery floating about us. Never mind! they dare not approach us, they have no power to get a hold on us, until mind is weakened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. This is great fact; strength is life, weakness is death. strength is felicity, life eternal, immortal; weakness is constant strain and misery; weakness is death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894249211126148172-4750000294291633271?l=komangsatria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/feeds/4750000294291633271/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894249211126148172&amp;postID=4750000294291633271" title="38 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/4750000294291633271?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/4750000294291633271?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KomangSatriasBlogspot/~3/LAtgsf8WZdU/stop-becoming-weak.html" title="Stop Becoming Weak" /><author><name>Komang Satria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164358592405349094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>38</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/2008/02/stop-becoming-weak.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUCSX84fCp7ImA9WxZQFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894249211126148172.post-940489409080863848</id><published>2008-02-20T06:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T06:37:48.134-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-20T06:37:48.134-08:00</app:edited><title>Heart of a Lion</title><content type="html">1. Men should be taught to be practical, physically strong. A dozen such lions will conquer the world, not millions of sheep.&lt;br /&gt;2. I want iron wills and hearts that do not know how to quake. &lt;br /&gt;3. You may meditate on whatever you like, but i shall meditate on heart of a lion. That gives strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894249211126148172-940489409080863848?l=komangsatria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/feeds/940489409080863848/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894249211126148172&amp;postID=940489409080863848" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/940489409080863848?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/940489409080863848?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KomangSatriasBlogspot/~3/Kh4RHaJwiLg/1.html" title="Heart of a Lion" /><author><name>Komang Satria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164358592405349094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/2008/02/1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYGRn4yfCp7ImA9WxZQFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894249211126148172.post-8999951928567027013</id><published>2008-02-20T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T06:35:27.094-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-20T06:35:27.094-08:00</app:edited><title>Ahead of our Time</title><content type="html">Every man who thinks ahead of his time is sure to be misunderstood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894249211126148172-8999951928567027013?l=komangsatria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/feeds/8999951928567027013/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894249211126148172&amp;postID=8999951928567027013" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/8999951928567027013?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/8999951928567027013?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KomangSatriasBlogspot/~3/nFU8G5pAFYs/ahead-of-our-time.html" title="Ahead of our Time" /><author><name>Komang Satria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164358592405349094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/2008/02/ahead-of-our-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4CQH4_fip7ImA9WxZQEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894249211126148172.post-5734741921854016415</id><published>2008-02-17T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T02:26:01.046-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-17T02:26:01.046-08:00</app:edited><title>Two Sculptors</title><content type="html">Once a king was looking for the best sculptor in his kingdom. Two excellent sculptors presented themselves to him and he needed to give them a test to decide who was best.&lt;br /&gt;He asked them to carve an image on two opposite walls of his palace. A curtain was hung between the walls so that they could not see each other’s work. After many months, both sculptors reported that they had finished the work and the king could view it.&lt;br /&gt;Both the works were covered with curtains. First, one curtain was raised that revealed a beautiful image and everyone clapped in appreciation. &lt;br /&gt;Then the opposite curtain was raised, here there was no image on the wall - instead the wall had been polished so finely that it gave a perfect reflection of the opposite image. In fact, it looked sharper than the original, as so much effort had been made in polishing the wall.&lt;br /&gt;The second sculptor won the contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story illustrates an interesting Vedantic tenet:&lt;br /&gt;Really, we do not have to conjure up an image of ‘God’ in our minds. All we have to do is polish the mind - just remove the blemishes. Purify it. That is our task. God already exists. It is just that he is reflected more clearly in a pure mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894249211126148172-5734741921854016415?l=komangsatria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/feeds/5734741921854016415/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894249211126148172&amp;postID=5734741921854016415" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/5734741921854016415?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/5734741921854016415?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KomangSatriasBlogspot/~3/vsqE0owclK4/two-sculptors.html" title="Two Sculptors" /><author><name>Komang Satria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164358592405349094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-sculptors.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQGQXg9cCp7ImA9WxZQEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894249211126148172.post-3987206310608798953</id><published>2008-02-17T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T02:15:20.668-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-17T02:15:20.668-08:00</app:edited><title>Truth, Purity &amp; Unselfishness</title><content type="html">Truth, purity, and unselfishness - whenever these are present, there is no power below or above the sun to crush the possessor thereof. Equipped with these, one individual is able to face the whole universe in opposition.&lt;br /&gt;- Swami Vivekananda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894249211126148172-3987206310608798953?l=komangsatria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/feeds/3987206310608798953/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894249211126148172&amp;postID=3987206310608798953" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/3987206310608798953?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/3987206310608798953?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KomangSatriasBlogspot/~3/WfQxiu6E9qE/truth-purity-unselfishness.html" title="Truth, Purity &amp; Unselfishness" /><author><name>Komang Satria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164358592405349094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/2008/02/truth-purity-unselfishness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8CSH0zfCp7ImA9WxZQEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894249211126148172.post-6539111121310630041</id><published>2008-02-16T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T08:04:29.384-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-16T08:04:29.384-08:00</app:edited><title>Love Abideth Forever</title><content type="html">Say day and night," Thou art my father, my mother, my husband, my love, my lord, my God - I want nothing but Thee, nothing but Thee, nothing but Thee." Wealth goes, beauty vanishes, life flies, powers fly - but the Lord abideth forever, love abideth forever.&lt;br /&gt;Stick to God! Who cares what comes to the body or to anything else! Through the terrors of evil, say - my God, my love! Through the pangs of death, say - my God, my love! Through all the evils under the sun, say! my God, my love.&lt;br /&gt;This life is a great chance. What, seekest thou the pleasures of the world? He is the fountain of all bliss. Seek for the highest, aim at the highest, and you shall reach the highest (VI.262)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894249211126148172-6539111121310630041?l=komangsatria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/feeds/6539111121310630041/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894249211126148172&amp;postID=6539111121310630041" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/6539111121310630041?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/6539111121310630041?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KomangSatriasBlogspot/~3/1Fi8rXBAypA/love-abideth-forever.html" title="Love Abideth Forever" /><author><name>Komang Satria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164358592405349094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-abideth-forever.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMNRH87fSp7ImA9WxZQEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894249211126148172.post-8708285169188990335</id><published>2008-02-16T07:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T07:58:15.105-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-16T07:58:15.105-08:00</app:edited><title>Where is Happiness?</title><content type="html">Thinking about sense-objects will attach you to sense-object. &lt;br /&gt;Grow attached and you become addicted.&lt;br /&gt;Thwart your addiction, it turns to anger.&lt;br /&gt;Be angry and you confuse your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Confuse your mind, you forget the lesson of experience.&lt;br /&gt;Forget experience, you lose discrimination.&lt;br /&gt;Lose discrimination, and you miss life's only purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uncontrolled mind does not guess that the Atman is present: How can it meditate? Without meditation, where is peace? Without peace, where is happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bhagavad Gita, II.62,63,65&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894249211126148172-8708285169188990335?l=komangsatria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/feeds/8708285169188990335/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894249211126148172&amp;postID=8708285169188990335" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/8708285169188990335?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/8708285169188990335?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KomangSatriasBlogspot/~3/ISuMIgU1B9Y/thinking-about-sense-objects-will.html" title="Where is Happiness?" /><author><name>Komang Satria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164358592405349094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/2008/02/thinking-about-sense-objects-will.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcMQH48eSp7ImA9WxZQEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894249211126148172.post-1535811755760069642</id><published>2008-02-16T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T07:51:21.071-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-16T07:51:21.071-08:00</app:edited><title>Nirvana, The Waterfall</title><content type="html">Our life and death are the same thing. When we realize this fact, we have no fear of death anymore, nor difficulty in our life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894249211126148172-1535811755760069642?l=komangsatria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/feeds/1535811755760069642/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894249211126148172&amp;postID=1535811755760069642" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/1535811755760069642?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/1535811755760069642?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KomangSatriasBlogspot/~3/JMawDxdvhig/nirvana-waterfall.html" title="Nirvana, The Waterfall" /><author><name>Komang Satria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164358592405349094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/2008/02/nirvana-waterfall.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4MR3w6eSp7ImA9WxZQEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894249211126148172.post-6442366588366013851</id><published>2008-02-16T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T07:49:46.211-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-16T07:49:46.211-08:00</app:edited><title>To Polish a Tile</title><content type="html">When you become you, Zen becomes Zen. When you are you, you see things as they are, and you become one with your surrounding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894249211126148172-6442366588366013851?l=komangsatria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/feeds/6442366588366013851/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894249211126148172&amp;postID=6442366588366013851" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/6442366588366013851?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/6442366588366013851?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KomangSatriasBlogspot/~3/Ycrv-qjqWn4/to-polish-tile.html" title="To Polish a Tile" /><author><name>Komang Satria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164358592405349094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-polish-tile.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEABQn0-eCp7ImA9WxZQEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894249211126148172.post-7499945989340168296</id><published>2008-02-16T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T07:45:53.350-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-16T07:45:53.350-08:00</app:edited><title>Mind Weeds</title><content type="html">You should rather be grateful for the weeds you have in your mind, because eventually they will enrich your practice.&lt;br /&gt;- Zen Mind, Beginner's Mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894249211126148172-7499945989340168296?l=komangsatria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/feeds/7499945989340168296/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894249211126148172&amp;postID=7499945989340168296" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/7499945989340168296?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/7499945989340168296?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KomangSatriasBlogspot/~3/P-RG_mjPrPk/mind-weeds.html" title="Mind Weeds" /><author><name>Komang Satria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164358592405349094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/2008/02/mind-weeds.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIERXs8fyp7ImA9WxZQEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894249211126148172.post-7535773292052525856</id><published>2008-02-16T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T07:41:44.577-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-16T07:41:44.577-08:00</app:edited><title>Look Within</title><content type="html">Realize the Heaven within you and all at once all desires are fulfilled, all misery and suffering is put an end to. Feel yourselves above the body and its environment, above the mind and its motives, above the thoughts of success or fear. The great cause of suffering in the world is that people do not look within, they rely on outside forces.&lt;br /&gt;  - Sri Sathya Sai Baba&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894249211126148172-7535773292052525856?l=komangsatria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/feeds/7535773292052525856/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894249211126148172&amp;postID=7535773292052525856" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/7535773292052525856?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/7535773292052525856?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KomangSatriasBlogspot/~3/4iXTl-XLXTA/look-within.html" title="Look Within" /><author><name>Komang Satria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164358592405349094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/2008/02/look-within.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcBR3k7eCp7ImA9WxZQEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894249211126148172.post-3612038518562158283</id><published>2008-02-16T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T06:27:36.700-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-16T06:27:36.700-08:00</app:edited><title>Weakness is Death</title><content type="html">That is the cause of misery: we are attached; we are being caught. Therefore say the Gita: Work constantly; work, but be not attached, be not caught. Reserve unto yourself the power of detaching yourself from everything, however beloved, however much the soul might yearn for it, however great the pangs of misery you feel if you were going to leave it whenever you want. The weak have no place here, in this life or in any other life. Weakness leads to slavery. Weakness leads to any kinds of misery, physical and mental. Weakness is death. This is the great fact: strength is life; weakness is death. Strength is felicity, life eternal, immortal; weakness is constant strain and misery: weakness is death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894249211126148172-3612038518562158283?l=komangsatria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/feeds/3612038518562158283/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894249211126148172&amp;postID=3612038518562158283" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/3612038518562158283?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/3612038518562158283?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KomangSatriasBlogspot/~3/50R0j7ZcerI/weakness-is-death.html" title="Weakness is Death" /><author><name>Komang Satria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164358592405349094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/2008/02/weakness-is-death.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QEQXozfCp7ImA9WxZQEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894249211126148172.post-5934076790195050479</id><published>2008-02-16T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T06:15:00.484-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-16T06:15:00.484-08:00</app:edited><title>Dynamo of Spirituality</title><content type="html">Do not spend your energy on talking but meditate in silence; and do not let the rush of the outside world disturb you. When your mind is in the highest state, you are unconscious of it. Accumulate power in silence and become a dynamo of spirituality.&lt;br /&gt;- Swami Vivekananda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894249211126148172-5934076790195050479?l=komangsatria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/feeds/5934076790195050479/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894249211126148172&amp;postID=5934076790195050479" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/5934076790195050479?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/5934076790195050479?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KomangSatriasBlogspot/~3/LiShr_eJbu0/dynamo-of-spirituality.html" title="Dynamo of Spirituality" /><author><name>Komang Satria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164358592405349094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/2008/02/dynamo-of-spirituality.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YERn0yfSp7ImA9WxZQEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894249211126148172.post-6741137361450619115</id><published>2008-02-16T06:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T06:11:47.395-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-16T06:11:47.395-08:00</app:edited><title>Offering to Humanity</title><content type="html">It is only work that is done as freewill offering to humanity and to nature that does not bring with it any binding attachment.&lt;br /&gt;- Swami Vivekananda, Complete Works, 5:239&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894249211126148172-6741137361450619115?l=komangsatria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/feeds/6741137361450619115/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894249211126148172&amp;postID=6741137361450619115" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/6741137361450619115?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/6741137361450619115?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KomangSatriasBlogspot/~3/T51l3GVRXvs/offering-to-humanity.html" title="Offering to Humanity" /><author><name>Komang Satria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164358592405349094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/2008/02/offering-to-humanity.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIMSXo5cCp7ImA9WxZQEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894249211126148172.post-2551413480969016150</id><published>2008-02-16T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T06:03:08.428-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-16T06:03:08.428-08:00</app:edited><title>The Right Way to Learn Something New</title><content type="html">DEVELOP A POSITIVE ATTITUDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The step for any student is to inculcate the right attitude. If you start with negative thoughts like, “It’s impossible”, or “I don’t have that much time”, then there’s no hope.&lt;br /&gt;You would have lost the battle even before you go to war. So start with a positive mind set. Only then will the battlefield be set for your entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEEK INFORMATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next step is to find people who know what you want to learn. For example, if you want to know about the Indian calendar, your own grandparents or teachers are probably the best bet.&lt;br /&gt;Make a few calls. Search for more information on the Internet and get the basic knowledge in place. As I’ve already said, things are far easier now to fish out additional information. But even if you have to go and meet people to clear any doubts, please take that extra step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRACTICE MAKES ONE PERFECT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very important – revise what you have learnt till you master it. In Sanskrit, this is dealt with in Abhayaas, meaning constant repetition and practice. Then you start enjoying the whole process.&lt;br /&gt;As you repeat a chore, it goes into your subconscious mind and you can recollect the information whenever required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only way we can study or adopt any new lessons. Take continue to take inspiration from the past, work in the present and attain a glorious future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radhakrishnan Pillai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894249211126148172-2551413480969016150?l=komangsatria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/feeds/2551413480969016150/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894249211126148172&amp;postID=2551413480969016150" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/2551413480969016150?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/2551413480969016150?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KomangSatriasBlogspot/~3/bZRenNS8F2E/right-way-to-learn-something-new.html" title="The Right Way to Learn Something New" /><author><name>Komang Satria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164358592405349094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/2008/02/right-way-to-learn-something-new.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EMQ349cCp7ImA9WxZRFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894249211126148172.post-7202509322716914085</id><published>2008-02-08T18:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T18:54:42.068-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-08T18:54:42.068-08:00</app:edited><title>Time</title><content type="html">"The only reason for time is so that everything doesn't happen at once."&lt;br /&gt;--Albert Einstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894249211126148172-7202509322716914085?l=komangsatria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/feeds/7202509322716914085/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894249211126148172&amp;postID=7202509322716914085" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/7202509322716914085?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/7202509322716914085?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KomangSatriasBlogspot/~3/myyXwABdDaY/time.html" title="Time" /><author><name>Komang Satria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164358592405349094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/2008/02/time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8ERXwzeip7ImA9WxZRFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894249211126148172.post-2014380451554947540</id><published>2008-02-08T16:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T16:26:44.282-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-08T16:26:44.282-08:00</app:edited><title>Fiction or Reality?</title><content type="html">"The difference between fiction and reality? Fiction has to make sense."&lt;br /&gt;--Tom Clancy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894249211126148172-2014380451554947540?l=komangsatria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/feeds/2014380451554947540/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894249211126148172&amp;postID=2014380451554947540" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/2014380451554947540?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/2014380451554947540?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KomangSatriasBlogspot/~3/body-mISHh8/fiction-or-reality.html" title="Fiction or Reality?" /><author><name>Komang Satria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164358592405349094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/2008/02/fiction-or-reality.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEENQ349eCp7ImA9WxZRFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894249211126148172.post-6560343132761010680</id><published>2008-02-08T16:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T16:24:52.060-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-08T16:24:52.060-08:00</app:edited><title>Love</title><content type="html">"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth." &lt;br /&gt;     Billy, age 4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894249211126148172-6560343132761010680?l=komangsatria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/feeds/6560343132761010680/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894249211126148172&amp;postID=6560343132761010680" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/6560343132761010680?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/6560343132761010680?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KomangSatriasBlogspot/~3/45ErWgsLJU0/love.html" title="Love" /><author><name>Komang Satria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164358592405349094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/2008/02/love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MARHY5cCp7ImA9WxZRFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894249211126148172.post-1554519435109018183</id><published>2008-02-08T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T16:04:05.828-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-08T16:04:05.828-08:00</app:edited><title>At Your Funeral</title><content type="html">"What would you like people to say about you at your funeral?"&lt;br /&gt;"LOOK, he's MOVING!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894249211126148172-1554519435109018183?l=komangsatria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/feeds/1554519435109018183/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894249211126148172&amp;postID=1554519435109018183" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/1554519435109018183?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/1554519435109018183?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KomangSatriasBlogspot/~3/LvwUb7dqhqc/at-your-funeral.html" title="At Your Funeral" /><author><name>Komang Satria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164358592405349094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/2008/02/at-your-funeral.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UMSXoyfip7ImA9WxZRFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894249211126148172.post-3340343560508030094</id><published>2008-02-08T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T16:01:28.496-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-08T16:01:28.496-08:00</app:edited><title>Quote from Albert Einstein</title><content type="html">"Two things are infinite: the universe, and human stupidity--but I'm not sure about the universe." &lt;br /&gt;     --Albert Einstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894249211126148172-3340343560508030094?l=komangsatria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/feeds/3340343560508030094/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894249211126148172&amp;postID=3340343560508030094" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/3340343560508030094?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/3340343560508030094?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KomangSatriasBlogspot/~3/znyGG-OrqRE/quote-from-albert-einstein.html" title="Quote from Albert Einstein" /><author><name>Komang Satria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164358592405349094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/2008/02/quote-from-albert-einstein.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4FR3YyfSp7ImA9WxZRFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894249211126148172.post-4314775299910006598</id><published>2008-02-08T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T05:38:36.895-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-08T05:38:36.895-08:00</app:edited><title>Quality makes the Different</title><content type="html">"The best index to a person's character is how a person treats people who can't do them any good or can't fight back." &lt;br /&gt;    --Abigail Van Buren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894249211126148172-4314775299910006598?l=komangsatria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/feeds/4314775299910006598/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894249211126148172&amp;postID=4314775299910006598" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/4314775299910006598?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/4314775299910006598?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KomangSatriasBlogspot/~3/o9ODoWUm3BA/quality-makes-different.html" title="Quality makes the Different" /><author><name>Komang Satria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164358592405349094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/2008/02/quality-makes-different.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8AQnwzcSp7ImA9WxZRFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894249211126148172.post-4687678836283141413</id><published>2008-02-08T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T05:37:23.289-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-08T05:37:23.289-08:00</app:edited><title>Gratitude</title><content type="html">"Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow." &lt;br /&gt;    --Melody Beattie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894249211126148172-4687678836283141413?l=komangsatria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/feeds/4687678836283141413/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894249211126148172&amp;postID=4687678836283141413" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/4687678836283141413?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/4687678836283141413?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KomangSatriasBlogspot/~3/ZmP-u5kZax0/gratitude.html" title="Gratitude" /><author><name>Komang Satria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164358592405349094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/2008/02/gratitude.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUNR3YzeSp7ImA9WxZRE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894249211126148172.post-3911353398016252120</id><published>2008-02-07T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T03:38:16.881-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-07T03:38:16.881-08:00</app:edited><title>Customer comes First</title><content type="html">Years ago, my friend, Harvey Mackay, told me a wonderful story about a cab driver that proved this point. He was waiting in line for a ride at the airport. When a cab pulled up, the first thing Harvey noticed was that the taxi was polished to a bright shine. Smartly dressed in a white shirt, black tie, and freshly pressed black slacks, the cab driver jumped out and rounded the car to open the back passenger door for Harvey .He handed my friend a laminated card and said: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Wally, your driver. While I'm loading your bags in the trunk I'd like you to read my mission statement."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken aback, Harvey read the card. It said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wally's Mission Statement: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get my customers to their destination in the quickest, safest and cheapest way possible in a friendly environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blew Harvey away. Especially when he noticed that the inside of the cab matched the outside. Spotlessly clean! As he slid behind the wheel, Wally said, "Would you like a cup of coffee? I have a thermos of regular and one of decaf." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend said jokingly, "No, I'd prefer a soft drink." Wally smiled and said, "No problem. I have a cooler up front with regular and Diet Coke, water and orange juice." Almost stuttering, Harvey said, "I'll take a Diet Coke." Handing him his drink, Wally said, "If you'd like something to read, I have The Wall Street Journal, Time, Sports Illustrated and USA Today." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they were pulling away, Wally handed my friend another laminated card. "These are the stations I get and the music they play, if you'd like to listen to the radio."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as if that weren't enough, Wally told Harvey that he had the air-conditioning on and asked if the temperature was comfortable for him. Then he advised Harvey of the best route to his destination for that time of day. He also let him know that he'd be happy to chat and tell him about some of the sights or, if Harvey preferred, to leave him with his own thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me, Wally," my amazed friend asked the driver, "have you always served customers like this?" Wally smiled into the rearview mirror. "No, not always. In fact, it's only been in the last two years. My first five years driving, I spent most of my time complaining like all the rest of the cabbies do. Then I heard the personal growth guru, Wayne Dyer, on the radio one day. He had just written a book called "You'll See It When You Believe It" Dyer said that if you get up in the morning expecting to have a bad day, you'll rarely disappoint yourself. He said, 'Stop complaining! &lt;br /&gt;Differentiate yourself from your competition. Don't be a duck. Be an eagle. Ducks quack and complain. Eagles soar above the crowd.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That hit me right between the eyes," said Wally. "Dyer was really talking about me. I was always quacking and complaining, so I decided to change my attitude and become an eagle. I looked around at the other cabs and their drivers. The cabs were dirty, the drivers were unfriendly, and the customers were unhappy. So I decided to make some changes. I put in a few at a time. When my customers responded well, I did more." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I take it that has paid off for you," Harvey said. "It sure has," Wally replied. "My first year as an eagle, I doubled my income from the previous year. This year I'll probably quadruple it. You were lucky to get me today. I don't sit at cabstands anymore. My customers call me for appointments on my cell phone or leave a message on my answering machine. If I can't pick them up myself, I get a reliable cabbie friend to do it and I take a piece of the action." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wally was phenomenal. He was running a limo service out of a Yellow Cab. I've probably told that story to more than fifty cab drivers over the years, and only two took the idea and ran with it. Whenever I go to their cities, I give them a call. The rest of the drivers quacked like ducks and told me all the reasons they couldn't do any of what I was suggesting . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wally the Cab Driver made a different choice. He decided to stop quacking like ducks and start soaring like eagles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894249211126148172-3911353398016252120?l=komangsatria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/feeds/3911353398016252120/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894249211126148172&amp;postID=3911353398016252120" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/3911353398016252120?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/3911353398016252120?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KomangSatriasBlogspot/~3/QEqwwjJZREM/customer-comes-first.html" title="Customer comes First" /><author><name>Komang Satria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164358592405349094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/2008/02/customer-comes-first.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AGRnY5cCp7ImA9WxZREkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894249211126148172.post-7672830450040494112</id><published>2008-02-05T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T05:55:27.828-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-05T05:55:27.828-08:00</app:edited><title>Two Golden Birds</title><content type="html">Like two golden birds perched on the selfsame tree, intimate friends, the ego and the Self dwell in the same body. The former eats the sweet and sour fruits of the tree of life while the latter looks on in detachment. As long as we think we are the ego, we feel attached and fall into sorrow. But realise that you are the Self, the Lord of life, and you will be freed from sorrow. When you realise that you are the Self, supreme source of light, suprese source of love, you transcend the duality of life and enter into the intuitive state.&lt;br /&gt;The Truth of the Self cannot come through one who has not realised that he is the Self. The intelect cannot reveal the Self, beyond its duality of subject and object. They who see themselves in all and all in them, help others through spiritual osmosis to realise the Self themselves. This awakening you have known comes not through logic and scholarship, but from close association with a realised teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Upanishads&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894249211126148172-7672830450040494112?l=komangsatria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/feeds/7672830450040494112/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894249211126148172&amp;postID=7672830450040494112" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/7672830450040494112?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/7672830450040494112?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KomangSatriasBlogspot/~3/DFV7ed_8KCE/two-golden-birds.html" title="Two Golden Birds" /><author><name>Komang Satria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164358592405349094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-golden-birds.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YBQXkzeSp7ImA9WxZREkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1894249211126148172.post-5082306692832243701</id><published>2008-02-05T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T05:45:50.781-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-05T05:45:50.781-08:00</app:edited><title>Swami Vivekananda's Call to the Youth</title><content type="html">"Hear, ye children of immortal bliss! Even ye that reside in higher spheres! I have found the Ancient One who is beyond all darkness, all delusion: knowing Him alone you shall be saved from death over again." &lt;br /&gt;"Children of immortal bliss" -- what a sweet, what a hopeful name! Allow me to call you, brethren, by that sweet name -- heirs of immortal bliss -- yea, the Hindu refuses to call you sinners. Ye are the Children of God, the sharers of immortal bliss, holy and perfect beings. Ye divinities on earth -- sinners! It is a sin to call a man so; it is a standing libel on human nature. Come up, O lions, and shake off the delusion that you are sheep; you are souls immortal, spirits free, blest and eternal; ye are not matter, ye are not bodies; matter is your servant, not you the servant of matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have Faith: &lt;br /&gt;Throughout the history of mankind, if any motive power has been more potent than another in the lives of all great men and women, it is that of faith in themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Have faith in yourselves, and stand up on that faith and be strong.&lt;br /&gt;He is an atheist who does not believe in himself. The old religion said that he was an atheist who did not believe in God. The new religion says that he is the atheist who does not believe in himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Successful:&lt;br /&gt;Take up one idea. Make that one idea your life -- think of it, dream of it, live on that idea. Let the brain, muscles, nerves, every part of your body, be full of that idea, and just leave every other idea alone.&lt;br /&gt;This is the way to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill the brain, therefore, with high thoughts, highest ideals, place them day and night before you, and out of that will come great work. To succeed, you must have tremendous perseverance, tremendous will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us be brave. Know the Truth and practice the Truth. The goal may be distant, but awake, arise, and stop not till the goal is reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Swami Vivekananda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1894249211126148172-5082306692832243701?l=komangsatria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/feeds/5082306692832243701/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1894249211126148172&amp;postID=5082306692832243701" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/5082306692832243701?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1894249211126148172/posts/default/5082306692832243701?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KomangSatriasBlogspot/~3/Tb0-_Ck9B10/swami-vivekanandas-call-to-youth.html" title="Swami Vivekananda's Call to the Youth" /><author><name>Komang Satria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18164358592405349094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://komangsatria.blogspot.com/2008/02/swami-vivekanandas-call-to-youth.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

