Crying is our God given human nature, but how many people have such a small age will cause in the presence of God poured out tears so reluctantly. It was a cold, gloomy night. In the child's eyes, the stars seem farther from the ground than they see. The wind did not play, the dim shadows cast on the ground, silent, sullen look.
哭是上帝赋予我们的天性——但又有多少人小小年纪就会有如此的理由在上帝面前勉强倾洒出这般泪水。这是一个寒冷的阴沉的夜晚。在孩子的眼里，星星距离地面也似乎比看到的更过遥远。风未起，昏暗的树影投射在地面上，寂静无声，显得阴气沉沉。
Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything - all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important.
I think rationality is a kind of idealization.