Conflict is the gadfly of thought. It stirs us to observation and memory. It instigates to invention. It shocks us out of sheeplike passivity, and sets us at noting and contriving.
我让我的灵魂穿过无形,拼写出来世的某些信件:不久后我的灵魂回到我身边,回答说“我自己就是天堂和地狱。”