We do not observe the mind; the mind observes the world through us.
我们不是在观察心灵,而是心灵通过我们在观察世界。
上帝即自然。
译文:西风落日下野草斑驳,秋日天空云淡风轻,一只孤鸟飞过。我这个两鬓斑白的游子,又骑着马登上了太行山。
The language of poetry is the language of the heart, and it speaks to the heart in a way that no other language can.