Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream。
The most dangerous strategy is to jump a chasm in two leaps.
To create is to breathe life into the lifeless, to give form to the formless.