Stolen bodies working stolen land. It was an engine that did not stop, its hungry boiler fed with blood.
History is the present. That's why every generation writes it anew. But what most people think of as history is its end product, myth.
The course of development consists simply in this; that in each generation the two parental traits appear, separated and unchanged.
无论当下有什么,接受它,就好像你选择了它。
能克服自己的私欲,什么祸害对你都是无可奈何的了。
In the dance of particles and forces, we find the rhythm of the cosmos.