我们死去时包含着丰富的爱人和部落，我们吞下的味道，我们投入并游出的身体，仿佛智慧的河流，我们爬进去的角色，仿佛树木，我们隐藏的恐惧，仿佛洞穴。
We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.
At the back of my mind I had a sense of us sitting about waiting for some terrible event, and then I would remember that it had already happened.
To be happy is to be able to become aware of oneself without fright.
思考是一种计算形式。
The desire for verification is understandable but cannot always be satisfied.
We all owe death a life.