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To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.
The more specific you are, the more universal you become.
孔子说:“我想不说话。”子贡说:“您如果不说话,谁教我们呢?”孔子说:“天说过什么?天不说话,照样四季运行,百物生长,天说过什么?”