麦田低语着过去的故事,但风却将它们与进步的尘埃一同吹散。
过去总是存在于现在,以我们并不总是理解的方式塑造着我们。
唯一把我们和动物区分开的是我们装饰自己的能力。
The past is a mirror in which we see ourselves reflected.
The self is only that which it is in the process of becoming.