The desert could not be claimed or owned–it was a piece of cloth carried by winds, never held down by stones, and given a hundred shifting names.
真正的道路是沿着一条绳子,它不是悬在高处,而是紧贴地面。它似乎更多是为了让人绊倒,而不是让人行走。
Words are the only homeland we have.