Then I had religion, then I had a vision. I could not turn from their revel in derision. Then I saw the Congo creeping through the black, cutting through the forest with a golden track。

Writing is a way of bearing witness to the truth.

If you aren't in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?

当严肃与荒谬不再有界限，真理也随之模糊。