I have a dream…no, i’m not trying to borrow from Martin Luther, nor Obama….  I simply have a dream, too.

I have a dream that someday, people can simply sit down, and communicate.  You know, opening their mouths, and hearts, and heads, and brains, and tell people what they think, what they feel, what they agree and disagree with.  And listen.  Opening their ears and hearts and heads, and listen.

I have a dream, that someday violence is not an option.  Not even for the last resort.  No, not even then.

I have a dream, that someday, people have the right to be different, to be honest, to be who they want to be.  That state actually means something, and that something is actually a good thing.

I have a dream, that someday, I can do more than simply dreaming.  That I can be part of the solution.  That I can stop crying silently in my heart, and have the courage to stand up and shout, "Stop….please stop….just stop…"

Indonesia, June 2, 2008

Ode to my country…. Ode to Earth.