Daeng Rangong corrected the position of his cap and his sarung and squatted among the expanse of mountain rocks in Parangtajju, a small forest in Bulutama, South Sulawesi. He closed his eyes and clenched his hands as he raised them over his head to pray. The sound of the Takkapalla River that flows through the area was faintly heard through the trees, interspersed with the sound of the breeze that blew through the branches. Everything was tranqui