Each monad is a center that infinitely reflects the surrounding universe.

我就像一条狗，不会说话但我懂。

The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous beyond reckoning.

记忆是一条咬自己尾巴的狗。

书籍是通往其他可能性的窗户。