Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream。
在量子力学中，观察者与被观察的系统并不是分离的。
The culture industry has integrated the masses into a system of which they are the victims.
The artist must be a wanderer of the infinite.