Immortality

As long as we live with other people, we are only what other people consider us to be. Thinking about how others see us and trying to make our image as attractive as possible is considered a kind of dissembling or cheating. But does there exist another kind of direct contact between my self and their selves except through the mediation of the eyes? （只要与人共处，我们便只是别人所认定的那个自己。揣度他人如何看待，想方设法引人瞩目，会被不耻为虚饰欺骗。但是，若非透过双眼，在我之自我与彼之自我之间，还有另外一种直接的接触吗？）....our self is a mere illusion, ungraspable, indescribable, misty, while the only reality, all too easily graspable and describable, is our image in the eyes of others. And the worst thing about it is that you are not its master. First you try to paint it yourself, then you want at least to influence and control it, but in vain: a single malicious phrase is enough to change you forever into a depressingly simple caricature.（自我只是幻像，不可捉摸，难以刻画，隐约难以明见。唯一的现实，且极易把握描绘的，是别人眼中的形象。但糟糕的是，你并非那个形象的主人。初时尚可勉强描画，稍后至少期望把握影响，但终归徒劳：一句恶言便足以将你变成永远的笑柄。）

What is unbearable in life is not being but being one's self. The Creator, with his computer, release into the world billions of selves as well as their lives.

Living, there is no happiness in that. Living: carrying one's painful self through the world. But being, being is happiness. Being: becoming a fountain, a foutain on which the univserse falls like warm rain.