It is a world of impulse. It is a world of sincerity. It is a world in which every word spoken speaks just to that moment, every glance given has only one meaning, each touch has no past or no future, each kiss is a kiss of immediacy. (查看原文)
The tragedy of this world is that no one is happy, whether stuck in a time of pain or of joy. The tragedy of this world is that everyone is alone. For a life in the past cannot be shared with the present. Each person who gets stuck in time gets stuck alone. (查看原文)
It is a world of impulse. It is a world of sincerity. It is a world in which every word spoken speaks just to that moment, every glance given has only one meaning, each touch has no past or no future, each kiss is a kiss of immediacy. (查看原文)
Such is the cost of immortality. No person is whole. No persion is free. Over time, some have determined that the only way to live is to die. In death, a man or a woman is free of the weight of the past, These few souls, with their dear relatives looking on, dive into Lake Constance or hurl themselves from Monte Lema, ending their infinite lives. In this way, the finite has comquered the infinte, millions of autumns have yeilded to no autumns, millions of snowfalls have yielded to no snowfalls, millions of admonitions have yielded to none. (查看原文)
All things have been attempted by some antecedent in the family tree. Indeed, all things have been accomplished. But at a price. For in such a world, the multiplication of achievements is partly divided by the diminishment of ambition.
Such is the cost of immortality. No person is a whole. No person is free. Overtime, some have determined that the only way to live is to die. (查看原文)
In this way, the finite has conquered the infinite, millions of autumns have yielded to no autumns, millions of snowfalls have yielded to no snowfalls, millions of admonitions have yielded to none. (查看原文)
Suppose that time is not a quantity but a quality... Time exists, but it cannot be measured.
Some people attempt to quantify time, to parse time, to disect time. They are turned to stone. Their bodies stand frozen on street corners, cold, hard, and heavy. In time, these statues are taken to the quarryman, who cuts them up evenly in equal sections and sells them for houses when he needs the money. (查看原文)
In fact, this is a world without future. In this world, time is a line that terminates at the present, bot in reality and in the mind.
In a world without future, each parting of friends is a death. In a world without future, each loneliness is final. In a world without future, each laugh is the last laugh. In a world without future, beyond the present lies nothingness, and people cling to the present as if hanging from a cliff. (查看原文)
Einstein walks back to his desk, sits down for a moment, and then returns to the window. He feels empty. He has no interest in reviewing patents or talking to Besso or thinking of physics. He feels empty,and he stares without interest at the tiny black speck and the Alps. (查看原文)
