Say Green..

Kamal went in at the footsteps.. With him, a candle as he began masquerading with his song of romance. Suddenly, the hair behind my neck rose as I felt a gruesome feeling of disgust. I didn't know what went on his mind. But the genset was off and there was no electricity. He was there to comfort me. I knew he wanted more than friends but I tried consoling him by sharing him a book of wisdom. There on my hand was a book I was reading before: The other side of death. I told him, that there were many religions. And it amazes me, how all of them teach the Love of God and blessings in disguise. So it was how my relationship with him. Somehow or another, it was the same feeling I want to share to him. I remembered telling these boys that they reminded me of my brother. My brother was always alone, and I can see a searching conquest to find himself. He wanted to achieve the impossible. And a pilot he chose to be.

There were many words I spoke. I couldn't remember what were they exactly. But I could see the look of astonishment as I told him the facts about love. Maybe I didn't understand the desire of love. And I failed to see in his eyes. But something had provoked me to invoke something greater for humanity and it's allies. That is when I started to see that in this, simplicity, I began coining song and poetry in our souls.

What makes us a gold digger? This world is not made for the weak. And yet at a rapid scale, we are bringing ourselves to the road of extinction. To the path of no return.

In Sukau, and name any places in Sabah you find complete serenity. I'm glad that there is not much conflict here than what is shown on TV. It scares me the hell! So what can we do to strike a balance? We have to come down to our simplest roots and find a common ground to make us mutual. Which is why I propose clinging to our traditions. Not that which obstruct visuality but bringing us closer to the truth. Missionaries had come and go and they brought education. I must rely that education serves the best and foremost priority.

We may not have silver spoon in our mouth but song and poetry in our souls. So Kamal reminded me of this proverb. Aside from education, what comes second of priority is sanitation. Which is why the government proposed a scheme called the home-stay project. Where tourists can live with kampung families and sit by and eat their food. What a delicacy! And a treat..

The Sukau people are a mix of Iranun heritage. During logging era, there is marital exchange between the Ibans and Chinese which makes them a complete set of people depending on the river now for their daily lives. Most of their times, are affected by flood and oil palm residue killing their fishes which they depend on for livestocks.. Deforestation on the highlands brought sedimentation that further inflicts flood.

As the whole world revolves around, and become busy. You could spot the tiniest beauty in space where these people exists. Still holding strong, still growing roots. Needing to be acknowledged. But at the busiest moment, the sensible thing to do is to remain quiet. Be kind to the gentile for they knew not what they do. And this is my strength. To not perturb.. This is God's wonderful creation.. And we watch them grow. Maybe, in time to come. They can come out to play. But for the moment, tradition can get lost forever. And we can blame on the magnification of our own image. Will you save us if one man remains.. And God said yes, which is why the hopeless and distraught must not be saved but helped. The strong protects the weak. And yes, it's true we can rob from the rich.

A word of reminder.. Robin Hood.. Man in tights! Say Green..

Indigo

I would've published my journals long ago but I think it's for another shoe to fit. Anyway, I came up with lots of analogies so far in writing this blog, my thesis and my so-called journals which I have given up long ago without actually seeing them materialised. In it, a continuation from my book, I came into discussing about the collision of stars. And what happens if one nuclei is added into the equation. I begin synthesising Einstein's theory but before which I have thought about the Theory of Everything diligently debated across the internet nowadays. I came about the dogma of gravity and angle. And in my viva which I have already presented, I've explained what it means to climate change and the catastrophic events lined up to earthquake locations and how similar trenches are on the globe inter-linked with one another. I also showed how ozone was made and how agriculture might be improved from having this knowledge. This location is utterly important, the forests need to be preserved. It's an intermediate point where the wind blows and the tectonic plats meet. Just like the African mid-rift valley. Soil conservation needs to be re-think. Haha! It's a devious scheme.. But anyway hope it works! It will re-create a new whole approach of what we think how the economy is!

Anyway coming to the nuclei.. Do you think we really should have a nuclear reactor by the way? Where are we gonna put the waste. And I'm sure there are other solutions. This again as I said, is moving on the fast lane. I still think that solar energy and wind can accommodate our needs. In Facebook, targeting on several comments posed by a friend. I was reminded about my model where I have actually beforehand submitted a copy of my viva notes to my supervisor. Of how it may reflect silicone or germanium is re-arranged. I stressed how energy can be cultivated from these panels but from what adequate knowledge I have on this technology I am still lacking. Someone else has to invent it. Just like what I am saying to having fuel energy replaced with hybrids or biomass fuel. That wouldn't be difficult wouldn't it. Besides there are 6 billion of people on this earth to must've thought of something. But the question is, where will we get our technology from? The answer will lead us to solving economic crisis and the call for action for one voice and tolerance.

We need to be aware why preservation is important to us. Asked a question, how long can we sustain ourselves? How far can we go as a civilization, without having technology killing us. Can we surpass this internal conflict? So think wisely and act responsibly. The world is enough for everybody needs but not for everyone's greed. Throw away the pride which clings. What are we bargaining for? What is real humility? Everybody wants to be somebody but I know deep inside there is a special gap that we just want to be ordinary to fill that empty space. Au naturale!

That is why preserving orangutans is important. It reminds us of what intelligence is. And it reminds us of ourselves. The orangutans need the forests and we need the forests. This is bilateral truth. In-cognito. A scheme you would say. That's how the world revolves around. With or without you. So are you in or are you out? No matter what it is, the world will still continue. It had always been since last time I remembered. But in the process, what have we lost? Precious time.

The Egyptians have a wonderful tale of history. And so are many civilizations like it. The Borrobudur or Angkor Wat. But to what links me or fascinates me the most is the Indian civilization. They have extreme adoration to nature and they seem to understand their composure. But how pyramids evolved, had been my test of intelligence in getting just the result that I needed to prove my equation.

America has long withstand trials and had been tested so many times of trivials. They are made of artists and businessman and they whole world revolves much on capitalism. I hate how much they see the world as utility and commodity. And that you can buy a cooperate in ringgits and pounds. Do not they understand the value of things? The Egyptians act as "khalifahs". They knew that they had to serve a supreme being and that it had been their responsibility richly Godly endowed that they have to preserve nature as a Gift. And they had seen to it also, sub-ordinates were rightly paid and housed.

Now post-colonial, how do we see ourselves today? If there could be a conjunction made between these two cultures we would have a neo-darwinism theory. And I propose that Lamarc's theory apply. I don't know how I came to this.. I couldn't find my notes.. There were so many discoveries. Oh yeah now I remember, if we can apply to the concept that adaptation may be induced by the transmission of culture at a rapid scale (and I mean given a shorter distance of pounce). Maybe lessons could be learnt at a higher intelligence. Just a metaphor, I would then samely imply this on the pre-conditions within the Lamarc theory. But like I said, it's just a guess.

The Eternal Child had been my favourite book. It's a book that describes biology, anthropology, archaeology and primatology. Like most books I like, these were metaphors. A word that had first been described by James Lovelock in his book the Gaia Hypothesis and my supervisor.

Primatology is such a fascination to science and I hope that it can progress as a subject in schools. Because from my experience, there were many notes unknown to man.. Up, up and away. Towards Science and Beyond.. Hence, I declare the Game of the Millennium!

Ideology

The rich must live simply, so that the poor may simply live (Mahatma Gandhi). There needs to be a transference of culture. So that there wouldn't be a culture shock to what we are facing deliberately. Someone has to act out as a cushion absorber to cushion out impacts so that society may realise that what we are dealing with are pure mundane expressions. We are all have been moving in the fast lane and we forgot to consider our simple roots, which what makes us. This is not to say to lend support to a totalitarian agenda or central to government schemes as God forbids that our liberty be challenged. Or so say the capitalists or lest we go to a marxist regime. Oh no! Everybody needs to be happy and there are costs to be happy. My maid once said to me, that in the kampung, there are plenty of foods we don't need to be worried about being fed. But at the same time, I have to find money so that I can send my children to school. In the act of free will.

I was in Cardiff when I saw a good looking man, but old begging for coins. I gave him a pound and he was so happy that he yoddle at the top of his lungs.. God bless you! Whatever did I do to him! And of course, some left over biscuits and ham. That was all I got. I couldn't help the pregnant lady on the other hand. She was sitting crouched at a corner, looking lonesome and at such an impoverished state. Her eyes were literally bewildered. And she was heavily laden. I didn't care. I wished I could help, but it seems there was a choice. If only there wasn't. Anyway, I thought to myself thanks to Obama she will have health care support or forced to go back to her parents if they weren't drunk.

I went to the London zoo to ponder. And I saw a poet. As usual, being tall and lanky a chap he is he sang songs of poetry reciting as he coerce himself in composure. I looked at him, and thought what was he thinking. But indeed, it was a great place to be. I saw the chimps. Benoit studied them and track them in the wild. But I didn't see the gorillas.. Seeing them would send chills down to my bones. But I didn't so that was it.

I talked to a friend someone from the Orangutan Land Trust. And she said if these people wanted to alleviate their status of poverty they got to get educated. I agree in keeping pace with the world and be at the "social norm" but who the hell is leading!

My best-friend's husband aunt's husband works with the UN. I went to Bristol for a visit and she brought me to all churches there was. I was at St. James and I asked someone in a suit and daughters in bridal wear if I was in fact in the right place. He said yep! I waited and waited. Then I decided to go to the gas station I saw her there cursing while filling up her gas tank. I then came to know there was another church called St. James.

But the story was all we did was prayed. I wanted to visit Bath but she wasn't interested and there was a historical chapel on the hill I wanted to go. We zoomed past by with her car. She was very focused and she knew what to do. But the one which I remembered was when we went to a church with colourful glass. She asked me to lit a candle which I did. Then I heard a soprano singing. It was very lovely, as she reached to the highest pitch of tone, suddenly I cried, I cried profusely. I was so beautiful.. She brought me to a chapel where hundreds of martyrs died. The church was lit by lots of candles. I wanted to buy a copy of an article but I didn't have a pound. So I just put in few shingles and took the paper. She said don't do that. I bet it wasn't the right thing to do. Just outside there was a home-stay place where people that don't have anywhere to go can find refuge. They were smoking and apparently looked disturbed. I think it was a good thing to do but my aunt thought that the money should spent on otherwise. There was a rosary painted on the walls. So much so were there on other places. People were looking for God.

When I got back to Cardiff, I made a sandwich to a begger near Sainsbury. As soon as he saw me coming with a sandwich, he immediately took off. Maybe I bargain with his ego. He was a person nonetheless. I was so at peace as I went roaming around the city at night. I was prowling like everybody else, but most were safely at home. I saw some of them being fed with hamburgers from social welfare. It was a special visit by me. I was at Oxfam and the shop keeper said to me I knew you were coming figuring out since I liked visiting there. There were oh so many good books, worth reading and they were very cheap. I was at the train station and the floor sweeper said it was good seeing you again. And that really made that they. These are men with pride in their brows.

Right near the university where I was at, had a memorial of war with a St. Michael and his sword placing it down to the earth. It was very meaningful as all the students go there for a rest. And there wear trees with red splendid reds growing. It was a garden. On a bench, that said in loving memory of my wife engraved on the metal right when you're sitting on the chair. She must've loved the garden.

Cardiff has a special place in my heart. And I lost my tickets twice while coming home. I didn't expect that to happen, I guess my bag was out in the open. I brought the books home for the library at the university. And as much as I wanted to learn from friends all over the world coming together here at Cardiff. They wanted to listen to me. I hope my writings are thought of and learnt.

So how do we cope with the incredulity of religious demands so much in this world today. There are ways in describing society, one bias that one always do is to group identify a subject. Where they are always erroneously described as serving a function. But this is not right, because there are things such as individuality. And there are so many turmoils and vendeta in the animal world that needs to be justified. Then on, there are two pillars in primatology that is kinship and individual maximization. If we can sought for a balance between these two, maybe that can best describe the society that we live today! Mostly, females are distributed by natural sources while males are conformed to these females. That's the whole theory about society and primates so-far.

The inference now is how can we cope to social disturbance. We need to identify it and use it as a key connector to recipients being subjected to these pre-cursors. Perhaps we can see a pattern. It was my hope to write my thesis, as a pattern to relate as well to inspect the sovereignty of kinship and order based on orangutans and their lifestyle constituted within a disturbed area. And see how really disturbed they are. Perhaps it may prove a light to how we live and gain confidence to how we live our lives naturally. Eu naturale!

With all my heart

My mother once said to me, to be Cruel is to be Kind. I have dwelled upon this question during my writing up. I came upon this question not because I was driven to seek for this dilemma. I was utterly amazed as to how the orangutans lived. And while writing, I came to a word that strikes in the middle where I ought to put it, to perfectly describe their nature. Kindness. So the very same resolution resonates from what my mother said that to me. How would I justify to this new deliverance? My best-friend Tashi, once said to me, the more you try to justify truth, the further away you are from it.

Maybe there is a reason. And that there is a purpose to not question and that the only best thing, is result. The answer. But that's bullshit! I'm just so glad that my university propose a second best thing put into place after this, and that is processes. Who are you to believe? No matter where you run, goodness will always prevail. How corny would it sound? But everywhere I see, that's always true.

There is right and there is wrong. And No means No. So the right thing to do, is yes you can always question. Then why is that you could be cruel to be kind? My mother believed in discipline. It's not enough how hard I try to ignore it to know that I come into my common sense that what she's trying to do is to make me a tough person. To be able to fit it into a tough world. She had gone through a lot. What makes her believe that I would, the same?

There goes another saying that says Survival of the Fittest. Why do all scientists vote for that? Yes, it's true that this world is only lived by those that strikes at midnight. But then, the world is pre-conditioned. It is an art of a physical state. But vola, the human is the only thing that can jump-start a big bang! Shoot a star off it's orbital course. It's devious and unthinkable. Why do you want to go separate ways? Why ya wanna swim against the waves? Survival of the fittest. Humans have the exceptional ability to intrude, to be rude and physically ruthless. That's not normal. Well at least, to what I know from my equation. Or not, we all go obliterated!

My other question is about human endurance. If there is a thing as survival of the fittest then where does it bring to a place on durability? They either go extinct or deformed. That is what you can do to one another. You might feel devious, but put into sense that is just intra-specific competition. But given a matrix, where just ONE single being can make a difference, you can imagine what can happen. It goes bizerk! Because what do you expect, as a scientist, I would call it a mixture of putative fathers. But in genetic, you know the Father. So there then comes the crux, and nothing else is more nasty than having you follow the way to the Cross. Religion gave me a path to follow the light. And to show to others and let them lead the way. With else beckons! With my book and staff. The statue of Liberty comes into mind. Axis of evil. Yes, the fascist are a group of people that rebells without a cause. They have nothing to guide them, and they go jumping from one community to another with no direction, no objectives. Why do you want to do something that kills a person and then kill you later on? Godless.

With this in mind, and a trajectory to Kindness and Goodness as I found in my equation to the exceptional beauty of knowledge acquisition from ancient civilizations, what do you ask about the very basic subject that had us wondering in the beginning? Quantum. What actually happens in the black hole? Is it a deformity? An extinction? The other subject that wants you to ask is gravity and angle. I have buried myself into them. But I could only imply. Well I don't know actually. Maybe there is a thing as a theory of relativity. That the minute the planet dies it's orbital trajectory eventually coinciding with the black hole. Or that maybe, the black hole is just one magnificent creation in nature of the universe capable of absorbing light where there isn't any. And the beginning of dawn but excites the curiosity of science and how we regulate and keep order in a very turbulent society. To be Cruel is to be Kind. On Second Thought..

Terian

I remember the droplets of water on my mother's car. She was driving while scolding at me. Over something I didn't know about what. But I know her moods, and have been accustomed to this, being a single mom. She was driving, and it was raining. I was watching sideways of the window as we past through picturistique scenes of the kampong but what I noticed most were the droplets. On my journey to a remote kampong located at the Crocker range, the people told me of a story of why they call their kampong Terian. It's because when there is no water, which is vital for drinking, the water turns only into droplets, menteri-teri. That is why, they discovered how important it is for them to conserve their ecosystem as catchment areas so that we will always have clean water.

About the droplets, I couldn't understand why in their nature do they attach to one another as they do. Later on do I understand, that there is affinity in water to create the smallest space could be possible given the equanimity they are in the atoms of the water. So this very concept applies to the thesis I was writing. I found of a quantum leap in orangutans. That there is a triple binary star when they coordinate in the forest and how do they stabilise their number given the proportionate having to deliver to mortality and deduction of a scale of a magnitude population size in a habitat. This is Science. And the application to conservation is even more intrinsic. It applies to implementation and understanding of nature. To the inquisitive mormon of the revelation of God and it's humility in nature as we see it. Humanity, as we see in its Science and Godly works.  It's a creation of a civilization, nothing new. As old as history itself. And the complete acquisition of understanding of chemistry, physics and the biology of art in human form. The complete abduction of dedication and commitment towards this art that awesomely mesmerised the complete sovereignty of people. What could trigger a collision of stars is a big bang! Nah, I'm only kidding. But what could actually overcome this stability of art that exists for thousands of years. Is there a need of supremacy and dominion? According to the model, there is. But what about territoriality? In primatology, orangutans show territoriality in an expanse area while dominancy in a fragmented area and may be a sign of defect although I might not agree so. Territoriality may show a sign of robustness  and the inquiry of large accumulated lands. Dominancy on the other hand, balance rules and regulations, but not aggression. The system is led by a patriarch who led by order and compassion. This can only be found in orangutans. That is why I call this model polygenuity which stands for a polygynous system but with true ingenuity. And that the system led an egalitarian kind of lifestyle.

Contact. Elle Arroway was the first Scientist that went through a transportation system towards the centre of the universe. She found a duplicate blueprint on how to build it. This sci-fi movie inspired me of how I conceptualise my thesis. And talking about quantum leap, she took a leap of faith on the politics of Science and the perception of society towards Science.

I wish to see my father in Heaven. Here, is Paradise. I dedicate this passage to Yvonne Gom, my cousin and bestfriend.  

At ends meet..

Mine to take.. This is the first commentary story that I write without personally having faith to guide me. I know it must be hard. But one thing that brought me to write is something disturbing of one tale that beckons you to listen to what one see in a chimp's eye? A Nigerian friend of mine, after having him fiercely convinced about having humans intruding into conservation had led him to tell me about a phrase popularised by Jane Goodall. He said, you can't help feel disturbed when you look a chimp on the eye, because in their eyes, you see yourself. There are people willing to listen, and there are people who listen but do nothing. It may also be there's a reason to it, a marital bliss! But I feel appalled to why there is no affinity towards the human feeling to see suffering. Maybe, if we look upon the cross, something greater might move us. Or when we are directed to action, something of a devious kind might move us to generate something of greater magnitude but devastating. I feel very sad, that no one sees this. Or even dared to look.

The only thing that makes it bearable is each other, I remember of a special bond between a mother orangutan and her baby. And I couldn't uponly reflect this with my mother.  I am also looking for a father figure. But to understand about human endurance attracts me more. Not to see it as witness as it would bring heartache as usual, but to see things unseen. The faith that can move mountains. What is in the heart, no one knows. It is not our right to know, but to see how the heart touches many. And what a privilege it is to touch.. So many people would like to make a difference. Obama once said, America is not a right but a privilege. So are we all dutiful as a citizen? Or are we all civilians?

The Nobel savage becomes a word. Because all of us would like to be entitled. But to have this endowed we all need to live by honesty. The word truly Asia really strikes me because it embraces enigmatically the colourful arrays of skin we have here and spices, diversity. Not only that, it is humility in it's state. Not sedative, but alive!

I remembered a literature in the bible that said, God died for our sins so that man might be saved. So that man might live freely. As a Christian, I have to believe this. And by practice, turns me into a witness. But freedom leads us to accept things that we can't change and a word of reminder that salvage this is God gave us the freedom the choose. And he showed us the way to the cross, not just a cliche of what religion is but to show us how we can live our way to purity and to escape of an insane world.

I wish to make a change. And I am devious at this. But when things get adrift, I hope that I can cling to that faith again. Maybe religion makes me a better person, unpretencious, unstupified. The book was a start of literature. And it gave us freedom to think. It doesn't neglect you and it gave you comfort. I learn a lot as a Christian and it made me to think for myself.

But by faith, only my God can save me. But by hope, I hope to see in people. Vortex. Why are we living in such dishonesty when the only thing that can save us is Good. I guess there is another word that comes after dominance that is anger. Hatred. It is so easy to let it go. But as a consequence, you see your own image magnifies before your very eyes. How easy it is to unlock humanity. Courage and real strength, where shall we find it. I find it in you.. That is what makes it bearable.

No boundary. This is my hope. This is my courage. And this is your strength. Only you can change. But how can I quit smoking? I have my own reasons. I really want my mother to quit smoking. And I'm glad that Dr. Marc did his part. It worries me unduly. I smoked a lot while writing my thesis. I was overwhelmed. But not anymore, as I am more relaxed. Smoking is unhealthy.

My only wish now is to see my science come through. But that depends on the definition. But it's not mine to tell. The only thing that I can do to comfort is that it is well meant but put it in the wrong hands, not only would it become useless but wrongly defined.

People say it's the longest living river in Sabah. Stretching far to 560 km, it snakes across different forms of vegetation and bathes the topography from rocky hills to the flat mud plains of Kinabatangan. I, for once, would like to call it the fragrant river.

It occurred to me how travelling by boat felt like flying. As the soft breeze sweeps you across the face, your adrenaline pitched high with the speed, the smooth acceleration aloft the chasm body of water and the mirror of puffy clouds beneath, give a tale that you're no different from the birds of the Borneon sky.

The sweet taste of figs tantalizing to the nostril is yet a tempting manner for in contrast to its' smell, it is not palatable neither to humans nor animals. Hence the name. This image is what Kinabatangan conjures. Almost everything is such a contradiction to the other. The degree of uniqueness is at its peak here in Kinabatangan.

We're entering into the domain of wild orangutans, man of the forests as defined by the word or the red ape to others. The orangutan is the only great ape in Asia with two adjacent cousins, the gorillas and chimps in Africa. Sabah, Borneo is fortunate enough to harbour these marvelous creatures. Orangutans are only confined to two countries, both Malaysia and Indonesia respectively. Far from what people think, orangutans are not found uniformly throughout the country. Restricted to certain areas, orangutans are deprived from pristine lush forests. Thereby, unsuprisingly, could also be found in degraded forests such as those in the Kinabatangan region.

What attraction drew me to this forest creature? It's the same question that I ask myself everyday. There isn't any definite answer that I can simply put it down in words. Maybe it's because they share the uncanny resemblance to us humans. Some had argued how similar we are to them in relative to other great apes in terms of behaviour, physical form and social relationship.

Orangutans are sexually dimorphic, long-lived and the most solitary of great apes as Birute Galdikas put it. What better reason than this can we say as we speak of ourselves.

Maybe it's also because of that intrinsic value they hold, although some would prefer to call it economically beneficial. There's no doubt that orangutans are the golden goose for the proliferating tourism industry. Everybody wants to see cute cuddly orangutans. Why? Because they're ENDANGERED, labelled as potential candidate to extinction and the fact that they are cute. But is that all?

What is the value of one species gone entirely from the face of the earth? Is it measurable in our materialistic language of ringgits, dollars, pounds etc? Once gone, it's gone forever. Well except for the coelacanth and other species like it that have thought to be long-gone. But what is the probability of this chance, one in a thousand, one in a million?

The only rendezvous we have with these long-gone creatures is a cold memoir of dead species carved in tombstone near Brooklyn, New York. Plus, children's story books.

Ask any tourists why they come travelling to Kinabatangan, you'd be struck dumbfounded to hear their answers, "people tell us to better come here before it's too late". Eerie feedback, but true.

I recall a story once told by a good friend of mine. He used to work as a logger before making a head start into conservation. You'd be surprised how bulldozers can work wonders with the forest landscape. Within minutes, trees that took years and hundreds of years to develop would be squashed down to the ground, flat.

Going through his daily routine, he continues to pull down logs until he came to one last standing tree. Huddled close between the foliage of leaves, was a mother and a baby orangutan. One thing about orangutans is that they don't flee away as logging operation takes place. Hoping to stay camouflaged and undetectable, they remain quiet and still. As the last tree falls, so do the orangutans.

The mother dead, with the infant still tugging her arm.... Unbearable with this sight, my friend made it quits to logging and ventured into Kinabatangan Orang-utan conservation Project, an initiative of a French NGO Hutan. What becomes of the baby orangutan? Perhaps wanting to sell it in the pet trade, the loggers took it away and tied it down with cables like a dangerous animal. The sharp wire etching into the flesh bit by bit drew the last breath of the baby orangutan. A bit the same story as elsewhere.

I have been wondering to myself, are the orangutans able to think or feel as we do? If perhaps the answer's yes, then do they qualify the same status as we humans oblige, an ethical recognition in a sense.

A philosopher once noted that this question is not the matter of thinking or feeling capability but to their ability to suffer. Not the extremity degree of suffering but the ability to feel pain. This is what all beings share in similarity.

I'm currently studying the orangutans which I hope, could better help me understand their behaviour. And also, with the hope that I could personally see the empathy in them just as how one looks a kerbau in the eye, or even other creatures big and small. It's more like a personal thing which could only help me satisfy. But again, which I hope I could share with others.

Kerbau = water buffalo