The only obsession everyone wants: 'love.' People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you're whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You're whole, and then you're cracked open.
To be or not to be. That's not really a question.
阅读之于心灵，犹如运动之于身体。
The poem is a mirror that reflects the soul.