"In the end, we are all just stories, told and retold, until they become someone else's truth."
经验只是我们给错误取的名字。
It is on the strength of observation and reflection that one finds a way. So we must dig and delve unceasingly.
当微妙的心智通过大脑和感官向外时,粗糙的名称和形式就出现了;当它停留在心中时,名称和形式就消失了。
我的音乐是我的日记,记录我的喜怒哀乐。