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  • In response to a blog by Robin last week on Shift I said,

    "I also grew up in no-mans land, though nothing severe at all. I didn’t face hardship at all, only curiosity of why it seemed that I didn’t belong to any group. Everybody was telling us kids different things, about who we belonged to. I can remember some depression because of that, but mostly curiosity. It was like a challenge, a riddle.
    I was extremely lucky for wonderful father. Trying to unravel the identity issue I asked him one day, “Dad, who are we?” He looked at me, pointed at my chest, and said, “You are you!” I was around six years old. In time I realised that I belonged to all those groups."

    Though today for me the issue is not important any more. We are children of the Universe.

    I should have known that, way back then, with Desiderata on the fridge.
    Mum was very good at planting seeds.

    Ironically, I learnt in time, that our surname turns out to be the Dutch word for 'who'.

    Furthermore, Dads' statement manifested in a personally significant meditation vision many years later in 2004. That's the next story.

    Picture: One of us up close, and another one further back. Both playing roles of very colourful fellas! Thailand, 2012.
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