The world is the totality of facts, not of things.

We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.

怎么会有不用同道的人而只用与自己意见相同的人的道理呢？