"就在昨天,我还以为我只是碎屑一片,颤抖在生命的苍穹之中,毫无节奏 而今我已明白,我就是苍穹,生命全然是律动的碎片,就在我之中 他们醒来时对我说:“你和你存在的世界,只是沙粒,在无边之岸,无涯之海。” 在睡梦中我对他们说:“我正是无涯之海,世上万物只不过是我岸上的万千沙粒。” 独独一次,我被迫沉默了。“你是谁?”那时一个人这样问我。 It was but yesterday I thought myself a fragment quivering without rhythm in the sphere of life. Now I know that I am the sphere, and"
"Remembrance is a form of meeting. Forgetfulness is a form of freedom. The first thought of God was an angel. The first word of God was a man. Though the wave of words is forever upon us, yet our depth is forever silent. My loneliness was born when men praised my talkative faults and blamed my silent"