即使
Nature speaks to us through patterns, even when those patterns are hidden beneath apparent randomness.
We must listen to what the models are telling us, even when the message is uncomfortable.
We are all waiting for something, even if we don’t know what it is.
We carry our homelands within us, even as we leave them behind.
Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading.
Every journey is a search for the self, even when we think we are running away.