Caring too much for objects can destroy you. Only—if you care for a thing enough, it takes on a life of its own, doesn’t it? And isn’t the whole point of things—beautiful things—that they connect you to some larger beauty?

世界是一台机器，而我们是它的故障零件。

The poet is not separate from the world; the poet is of the world.

经验只是我们给错误取的名字。