The world is so unpredictable. Things happen suddenly, unexpectedly. We want to feel we are in control of our own existence.
夏天的飞鸟,飞到我窗前唱歌,又飞去了。秋天的黄叶,他们没有什麽可唱的,只是叹息一声,飞落在那里。
"The act of writing is an act of resistance against forgetting and oblivion."
If you have a procedure with ten parameters, you probably missed some.