我喜欢把大自然想象成一个无限的广播站，通过它上帝每小时都在对我们说话，只要我们愿意调谐。

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。