The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
The truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.
A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.
我让我的灵魂穿越无形,去拼读那来世的信: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。”