The real is no longer real.
孔子说:“听从花言巧语就会丧失自己的美德,小事不忍耐就会搅乱大事情。”
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away。 And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh。
"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion."
In the end, all we have are the stories we tell ourselves.
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.