We know so little about each other. We lie mostly submerged, like ice floes, with our visible social selves projecting only cool and white.
我们相互之间的了解竟然如此之少。我们的大部分就像是冰川一样淹没无痕，凸现出来的只是那冰冷而又苍白的社会意义上的自我。
Theoretically there is a perfect possibility of happiness: believing in the indestructible element within oneself, and not striving towards it.