你在构筑宫殿时，宫殿也在构筑你

Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900.
166. O Me! O Life!
O ME! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish;
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects mean—of the struggle ever renew’d;
Of the poor results of all—of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me;
Of the empty and useless years of the rest—with the rest me intertwined;
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer.
That you are here—that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute! We read and write the poetry because we are the members of the human race! And human race is filled with passion! Medicine,law,business,engineering these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry,beauty,romance,love… these are what we stay alive for!
《死亡诗社》

无法达成的目标才是我的目标，迂回曲折的路才是我想走的路，而每次的歇息，总是带来新的向往。等走过更多迂回曲折的路，等无数的美梦成真后，我才会感觉失望，才会明白其中的真义。所有的极端与对立都告消失之处，即是涅槃。
——黑塞 《堤契诺之歌》

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