"The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity—it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can."
The real is not only what can be reproduced, but that which is always already reproduced. That is the hyperreal.
Art is humanity's last line of defense.
意識(shí)是一個(gè)連續(xù)的流動(dòng)，而非一系列離散的元素。
一粒種子可以改變世界。
夢(mèng)想是現(xiàn)實(shí)的種子。