The art of progress is to preserve order amid change and to preserve change amid order.
我们死去时,心中装满了爱人和部落,我们吞下的味道,我们投入并游过的身体,仿佛智慧的河流,我们爬进去的角色,仿佛树木,我们藏身的恐惧,仿佛洞穴。
释义:面对不公的现实,我们仍需坚持做好人的选择。
Time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.