My mother was an atheist. She used to say that there was good news and bad news about hell. The good news is, hell is just the product of a morbid human imagination. The bad news is, whatever humans can imagine, they can usually create.
麦田低语着过去的故事，但风却将它们与进步的尘埃一同吹散。
我们都在阴沟里，但仍有人仰望星空。