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The essence of Talita Luna's life exists in the pebble kicked when you walk down the road. The essence of life is in a dry leaf that falls in the wind. The essence of life is in breast milk that willingly allows its nipples to be sucked by any baby. At Pit Yong Kiong Temple, Pasuruan, at Belawan port, in Penang, in Bangkok, in Laos, in the Golden Triangle, in Cambodia, in Bandung, wherever you live. But, it may not be visible in the political currents that corner you into a choice of power. It hides from the shouts that echo change. The essence of life does not require change, but it does not deny it either. It lies in all the simplicity around you. So, seek, and you will find it. Knock!