History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
历史是时间写在人类记忆上的一首循环诗。
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait. Do not even wait, be quite still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.
Mental phenomena are best understood in terms of their functions.