一阳初动本无心,有心便属后天机。
先天真阳的萌动本是无为自然的,一旦刻意追求就落入后天人为的机巧。
记忆是件奇怪的事。它的运作方式和我以为的不同。我们不是在回忆,而是在重写记忆,就像历史被重写一样。回忆就是重塑,就是重新想象。
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.
建筑是一门社会艺术;它必须首先服务于人。