You are not the opinion of somebody who doesn’t know you or care about you.
I think of my pile of old paperbacks, their pages gone wobbly, like they’d once belonged to the sea.
我想起我那堆旧平装书,书页已经变得松软,仿佛它们曾经属于大海。
Number is the ruler of forms and ideas, and the cause of gods and daemons.