No name 二

Vast and boundless starry sky, what can be done in this infinite space and time? Is our purpose, in the broad picture, a goal? What does it matter to this planet of pain and joy, of thought and action, of glory and shame, of the standards and definitions of man, how small they seem beneath this firmament, of power, of wealth, of rank? The only thing we can grasp is the endless quicksand, which flows freely in our hands. Most of the time we think we have caught the sand, but it is only a fleeting sense of touch, which gives us an illusion of control

浩瀚无垠的星空，在这无限的时空里，我们又能做些什么呢？总的来说，我们的目的是一个目标吗？这对这个充满痛苦和欢乐、思想和行动、荣耀和羞耻的星球来说，人的标准和定义又有什么关系呢？在这苍穹之下，在权力、财富和地位之下，他们显得多么渺小？我们手里抓住的，是无尽的流沙，在我们的手中自由流动。很多时候我们以为已经抓住了沙子，但那只是短暂的触感，让我们产生了一种控制的错觉