But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteencenturies, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?（From Jane Lampton Clemens）

The image is the site of the disappearance of meaning and of the subject, and thus of the disappearance of the scene of the political.

I think it's important to stay true to the source material, but also to bring your own vision to it.

As a kid， I spent my summers with my grandparents on their ranch in Texas. I helped fix windmills， vaccinate cattle， and do other chores. We also watched soap operas every afternoon， especially "Days of our Lives." My grandparents belonged to a Caravan Club， a group of Airstream trailer owners who travel together around the U.S. and Canada. And every few summers， we'd join the caravan. We'd hitch up the Airstream trailer to my grandfather's car， and off we'd go， in a line with 300 other Airstream adventurers. I loved and worshipped my grandparents and I really looked forward to these trips. On one particular trip， I was about 10 years old. I was rolling around in the big bench seat in the back of the car. My grandfather was driving. And my grandmother had the passenger seat. She smoked throughout these trips， and I hated the smell.

在我们这个发人深省的时代，最发人深省的是我们仍然没有在思考。

今天种下的每一棵树都是留给明天的遗产。

Innovation happens when diverse perspectives come together.

树木的力量在于其根基，正如企业的力量在于其价值观。