The present is the meeting point of memory and projection.
A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.
孔子说：“花言巧语、满脸堆笑的人，很少有仁爱之心。”
In the dictatorship, time stands still.