我不必完美,我只需要做我自己。
The only obsession everyone wants: ‘love.’ People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you’re whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You’re whole, and then you’re cracked open.
The universe would look to a two-dimensional creature who spend its life moving on the service of what turned out to be a globe, it could travel for millions of years and would always return to its starting point, it would never be conscious of what was above it or beneath it.