“科学是现实的诗歌。”

在深海中，我们发现了可能已经存在了无数时代而未改变的条件。

The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.

I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart.