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| by comrade commissar | Thomas | @ Wednesday, August 11, 2004, 11:36:00 AM | permalink |
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On a Tuesday morning, I walked along the walkways of shophouses in central Toa Payoh.
A "Mei Zhen Xiang" employee appears from his shop, & walked to a pillar along the corridor. A mini altar dedicated to a Taoist deity was hung there. The man reached out, took out a lighter & jossticks, & solemnly offered this to the gods. Amidst the human traffic along the heavily used walkway he stood still. For a precious few minutes, his work was put aside. For those minutes, this dignified employed man's actions revealed a little of his inner insecurities. What did he think of? Friends? Work? Health? His future? After he was done, he returned to attend to the shop. The smoke from the incense dissipate & disappear. The glow eat away at the limited fuel. The activity at the altar eventually dies down to stillness again. The questions left unanswered are pacified for the moment. Tomorrow, he will return to stand among men & before idols, with new worries & real burdens. |
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