A writer's life is a highly vulnerable, almost naked activity. We don't have to weep about that. The writer makes his choice and is stuck with it. But it is true to say that you are open to all the winds, some of them icy indeed. You are out on your own, out on a limb. You find no shelter, no protection — unless you lie — in which case of course you have constructed your own protection and, it could be argued, become a politician.
People from nature, often more believe and fear not seen something strange, secret.
我们银河系的中心是一个极端物理学发生的迷人地方,能研究它是我的荣幸。