Our heroes are human heroes. That's a very new situation. Most other societies have had, right at their center, the worship of something transcendent: a god, a spirit, a natural force, the universe, whatever it is -- something else that is being worshiped. We've slightly lost the habit of doing that, which is, I think, why we're particularly drawn to nature.

你无法回到家乡，回到你的家庭，回到你的童年，回到浪漫的爱情，回到年轻人对荣耀和名声的梦想，回到流亡，逃到欧洲和某个外国，回到抒情，为了唱歌而唱歌，回到唯美主义，回到你年轻时对“艺术”和美的想法，回到象牙塔，回到乡村的地方，回到百慕大的小屋，远离世界上所有的冲突和斗争，回到你失去并一直在寻找的父亲，回到可以帮助你、拯救你、减轻你负担的人，回到那些曾经看似永恒但一直在变化的旧形式和系统——回到时间和记忆的逃避。

记忆是脆弱的，生命的空间如此短暂，转瞬即逝，我们永远无法看清事件之间的联系。