You could rattle the stars. You could do anything, if only you dared. And deep down, you know it, too. That’s what scares you most.
孔子说：“天冷时，才知道松柏最后凋谢。”
We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.
The truth is always something that is told, not something that is known.
在量子力学中，我们必须放弃粒子在测量前具有确定性质的观点。
故事的力量在于它能够连接我们所有人。