With coarse rice to eat, with water to drink, and my bent arm for a pillow—I have still joy in the midst of all these things.
—Confucius

OVER time, things become more distant from us. Rice, water, drink and pillows—we consume or use them every day—perhaps enjoy them—but where are we?

Today we go to a mall in Jakarta. There in the dazzling shop windows are things placed at a certain distance. If that distance is not physical, it is a d