A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.
季路问怎样侍奉鬼神，孔子说：“人都不能侍奉好，还谈什么侍奉鬼神？“请问死是怎么回事？“生都不了解，还谈什么了解死？”
A book is a version of the world. If you do not like it, ignore it; or offer your own version in return.
我想起了其他的浮泛在生与死与爱以及被遗忘的川流上的的时代，我便感觉到离开尘世的自由了。