自我并非固定不变的实体，而是我们随时间构建的叙事。
The thing that is important is the thing that not seen… It is just as it is with the flower。 If you love a flower that lives on a star， it is sweet to look at the sky at night。 All the stars are abloom with flowers…
The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.