So that morning in 1962 I told myself: Let everyone else call your idea crazy . . . just keep going. Don’t stop. Don’t even think about stopping until you get there, and don’t give much thought to where “there” is. Whatever comes, just don’t stop.

The cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky,The morning crowned it with splendour.

我相信一见钟情，因为我就是它的产物。我的父母一见钟情。