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I circled the site before I came in. If there's anyone within five kilometers, I'll eat my quiver." Halt regarded him, eyebrow arched once more. "Anyone?" "Anyone other than Crowley, " Will amended, making a dismissive gesture. "I saw him watching me from that hide he always uses about two kilometers out. I assumed he'd be back in here by now." Halt cleared his throat loudly. "Oh, you saw him, did you?" he said. "I imagine he'll be overjoyed to hear that." Secretly, he was pleased with his former pupil. In spite of his curiosity and obvious excitement, he hadn't forgotten to take the precautions that had been drilled into him. THat augured well for what lay ahead, Halt thought, a sudden grimness settling onto his manner. Will didn't notice the momentary change of mood. He was loosening Tug saddle girth. As he spoke, his voice was muffled against the horses's flank. "he's becoming too much a creature of habit, " he said. "he's used that hide for the last three Gatherings. It's time he tried something new. Everyone must be onto it by now." Rangers constantly competed with each other to see before being seen and each year's Gathering was a time of heightened competition. Halt nodded thoughtfully. Crowley had constructed teh virtually invisible observation post some four years previously. Alone among the younger Rangers, Will had tumbled to it after one year. Halt had never mentioned to him that he was the only one who knew of Crowley's hide. The concealed post was the Ranger Commandant's pride and joy. "Well, perhaps not everyone, " he said. Will emerged from behind his horse, grinning at the thought of the head of the Ranger Corps thinking he had remained hidden from sight as he watched Will's approach. "All the same, perhaps he's getting a bit long in the tooth to be skulking around hiding in the bushes, don't you think?" he said cheerfully. Halt considered the question for a moment. "Long in the tooth? Well, that's one opinion. Mind you, his silent movement skills are still as good as ever, " he said meaningfully. The grin on Will's face slowly faded. He resisted the temptation to look over his shoulder. "He's standing behind me, isn't he?" he asked Halt. THe older Ranger nodded. "He's standing behind me, isn't he?" Will continued and Halt nodded once more. "Is he... close enough to have heard what I said?" Will finally managed to ask, fearin teh worst. This time, Halt didn't have to answer. "Oh, good grief no, " came a familiar voice from behind him. "he's so old and decrepit these days he's as deaf as a post." Will's shoulders sagged and he turned to see the sandy-haired Commandant standing a few meters away. The younger man's eyes dropped. "Hullo, Crowley, " he said, then mumbled, "Ahhh... I'm sorry about that." Crowley glared at teh young Ranger for a few more seconds, then he couldn't help teh grin breaking out on his face. "No harm done, " he said, adding with a small note of triumph, "It's not often these days I amange to get the better of one of you young ones." Secretly, he was impressed at teh news that Will had spotted his hiding place. Only the sarpest eyes could have picked it. Crowley had been in the business of seeing without being seen for thirty years or more, and despite what Will believed, he was still an absolute master of camouflage and unseen movement.

John Flanagan
Teachers dread nothing so much as unusual characteristics in precocious boys during the initial stages of their adolescence. A certain streak of genius makes an ominous impression on them, for there exists a deep gulf between genius and the teaching profession. Anyone with a touch of genius seems to his teachers a freak from the very first. As far as teachers are concerned, they define young geniuses as those who are bad, disrespectful, smoke at fourteen, fall in love at fifteen, can be found at sixteen hanging out in bars, read forbidden books, write scandalous essays, occasionally stare down a teacher in class, are marked in the attendance book as rebels, and are budding candidates for room-arrest. A schoolmaster will prefer to have a couple of dumbheads in his class than a single genius, and if you regard it objectively, he is of course right. His task is not to produce extravagant intellects but good Latinists, arithmeticians and sober decent folk. The question of who suffers more acutely at the other's hands - the teacher at the boy's, or vice versa - who is more of a tyrant, more of a tormentor, and who profanes parts of the other's soul, student or teacher, is something you cannot examine without remembering your own youth in anger and shame. yet that s not what concerns us here. We have the consolation that among true geniuses the wounds almost always heal. As their personalities develop, they create their art in spite of school. Once dead, and enveloped by the comfortable nimbus of remoteness, they are paraded by the schoolmasters before other generations of students as showpieces and noble examples. Thus teh struggle between rule and spirit repeats itself year after year from school to school. The authorities go to infinite pains to nip the few profound or more valuable intellects in the bud. And time and again the ones who are detested by their teachers are frequently punished, the runaways and those expelled, are the ones who afterwards add to society's treasure. But some - and who knows how many? - waste away quiet obstinacy and finally go under.

Hermann Hesse
When we strike a balance between the challenge of an activity and our skill at performing it, when the rhythm of the work itself feels in sync with our pulse, when we know that what we're doing matters, we can get totally absorbed in our task. That is happiness. The life coach Martha Beck asks new potential clients, "Is there anything you do regularly that makes you forget what time it is?" That forgetting - that pure absorption - is what the psychologist Mihaly Csikzentmihalyi calls "flow" or optimal experience. In an interview with Wired magazine, he described flow as "being completely involved in an activity for its own sake. The ego falls away. Time flies. Every action, movement and thought follows inevitably from the previous one, like playing jazz. Your whole being is involved, and you're using your skills to the utmost." In a typical day that teeters between anxiety and boredom, flow experiences are those flashes of intense living - bright against the dull. These optimal experiences can happen when we're engaged in work paid and unpaid, in sports, in music, in art. The researchers Maria Allison and Margaret Duncan have studied the role of flow in women's lives and looked at factors that contributed to what they call "antiflow." Antiflow was associated with repetitive household tasks, repetitive tasks at work, unchallenging tasks, and work we see as meaningless. But there's an element of chaos when it comes to flow. Even if we're doing meaningful and challenging work, that sense of total absoprtion can elude us. We might get completely and beautifully lost in something today, and, try as we might to re-create the same conditions tomorrow, our task might jsut feel like, well, work. In A Life of One's Own, Marion Milner described her effort to re-create teh conditions of her own recorded moments of happiness, saying, "Often when I felt certain that I had discovered the little mental act which produced the change I walked on air, exulting that I had found the key to my garden of delight and could slip through the door whenever I wished. But most often when I came again the place seemed different, the door overgrown with thorns and my key stuck in the lock. It was as if the first time I had said 'abracadabra' the door had opened, but the next time I must use a different word. (123-124).

Ariel Gore
Aku sering menghabiskan waktuku sebelum tidur untuk memikirkan masa depan, tapi dengan usia setua ini, pikiranku sering terbang ke masa lalu. Dan aku memikirkan semua yang telah kami capai. Dengan gembira aku melayangkan pikiran pada kenyataan-kenyataan yang memuaskan, seperti harapan hidup orang Indonesia. Sekarang angka itu 55 tahun. Di zaman Belanda 35 tahun. Pada waktu sekarang jumlah dokter sudah mencapai angka 5000, ahli farmasi 500. Dan terdapat 4000 buah balai kesejahteraan ibu dan anak, yang sebelum ini tidak ada sama sekali. Sekarang 70 juta rakyat Indonesia bebas dari penyakit malaria, sedangkan dulu tiap tahunnya 30 juta harus menderita. Kami sekarang menghasilkan kina sebanyak 90 persen dari produksi dunia, yang berarti 20 persen melebihi produksi tahun 1950; semen, minyak kelapa sawit, pupuk, karet, dan minyak bumi, semua ini pun menunjukkan peningkatan sejak kemerdekaan. Produksi makanan bertambah dua kali lipat dan kami telah menghentikan impor ikan, dan ada keuntungan yang tetap dalam ekspor kayu dan hasil hutan. Tambahan lagi, seluruh kemajuan kami dalam ketrampilan kerja nampak luar biasa. Di zaman kolonial, seluruh perusahaan antar-pulau dikuasai Belanda. Sekarang kami mengembangkan armada dagang sendiri. Semua perkebunan seperti tembakau, teh, dan tebu ditambah lagi dengan perusahaan-perusahaan kopra dan bahan-bahan rempah yang dulunya 100 persen dikuasai Belanda, sekarang dijalankan sendiri oleh bangsa Indonesia. Di bidang militer, angkatan bersenjata kami adalah yang terbesaru di Asia Tenggara. Kemajuan di bidang pendidikan kami menduduki nomor satu. Perhatikan sekolah-sekolah menengah kami. Pada awalnya kami cuma memiliki 32 buah. Tapi kini berjumlah 2000. Ini menunjukkan kemajuan yang 60 kali lipat. Program kami sedemikian maju, sehingga menjadi contoh bagi negara-negara Asia lainnya. Di bidang sosial kamipun telah melangkah dengan pesat. Dengan emansipasi kaum perempuan, kami tidak hanya membanggakan tampilnya para menteri perempuan, melainkan juga lebih dari 100 hakim perempuan. Di samping itu ada juga program mendidik dari rumah ke rumah jutaan rakyat kampung mengenai cara membuat tungku sehingga asapnya keluar dan tidak mengumpul di dalam rumah yang menyebabkan kerusakan mata; bagaimana cara membuat kakus sehingga rakyat kampung yang sederhana pun belajar mengenai sanitasi; dan bagaimana membuat pondok bambu pakai jendela sehingga cahaya dan udara bersih dan kesehatan mengaliri hidup masyarakat. Tapi yang lebih membanggakan adalah kenyataan ketika India sekarang sedang berjuang untuk satu bahasa persatuan dan Tiongkok belum memiliki bahasa persatuan, rakyat Indonesia yang tersebar di 10.000 pulau, semua berbicara dalam bahasa Indonesia.

Cindy Adams
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