In the end, all we have are the stories we tell ourselves.
How many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man?
我们观察到的宇宙恰恰具有我们应期望的属性,如果从根本上说,没有设计,没有目的,没有邪恶,没有善良,只有盲目的、无情的冷漠。
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
I write to make sense of the world around me.