想要好好的整理一下空间.做一番巨大的调整.或者重新选一个地方开一个blog.

 

生活的变化总是太快.这个空间的名字和意义都已经不再符合我的初衷.

今天参观了几个高人的空间,很有收获.是该收起我的慵懒,做一翻变革的时候了.

 

找了几天资料.这个学期医药拉丁语的课程结束后,打算开始自学Lingua Latino.

一种语法越繁复变化越曲折的语言往往是越严谨的语言.

英语庞大的词汇量和松散的语法结构也造就了它非凡的表达力和可能性.

 

记得老罗语录里嘲笑法语的一段经典的话.大概意思是说,号称法语是世界上最美丽语言的都德,自己只懂法语,所以自然不可能领略其他语言的魅力.算是一个笑话吧.至少,把母语当作最美丽的语言总是不错的.

 

离期末又近了一步.恢复了晚上去教室的好习惯.

已经很久没有再听到能触动我的音乐了.有喜欢的音乐,只是,那带给我的感觉,却只是悦耳.

偶然上emule,不经意间,看到了Tarja Turunen的新专辑.心里一震.她回来了.

Tarja Turunen是谁?

Nightwish的前女主唱.和乐队分道扬镳后,她开始做自己的音乐了.其实My winter storm已经是她的第二张独立专辑了.她几乎已经从我的记忆中淡去. Nightwish带来的感动,却没有变.

她的新唱片,在某些部分还是让我不经意感觉到了一丝nightwish的味道.精致的弦乐,在最需要的时候出现金属,贝司声.这样的音乐从一开始就让我无法抗拒.这是一种在抗争的矛盾中达到调和游刃的音乐.一如人心的变幻.

 

她改变了很多,当然,她已经不再是乐队的一员了.但是那种熟悉的感觉还是挥之不去.

 

There is no coming back of anything. Nothing will come back. As if the dead. The necrosis of hope.

The thanatology of living.

What cheers me is the rising up with a new sun every other morning after a dying nocternal wish. My NIGHTWISH.

 

 

Book, Music总是我生活的重心.本周意外的找到Oliver Sacks的书,纪念一下.大陆应该没有多少人听到过这个作者,包括我自己.难得找到这么好的书.一个个medical case, 却比任何精心构思的故事都更能打动人.又是Picador出版的书.多亏他们把这本书的装帧设计的跟alain的书一样,否则我也不会直接挑中这本书.

这本书带给我的阅读快乐和思考远远超过了我最近同时阅读的其他书.简单的来看,这就是一个医生记录的关于病人的故事,复杂的来看,包含了医学,心理学乃至哲学,精神的种种思考.此外,他的文笔也很好,远胜国外一般的流行小说家.

所以说,书和人是有缘分的,这点我相信.

 

emule上出现了wallflowers的全集.推荐所有的人去下.他们的音乐相当悦耳.很舒服的音乐.却不是当今各种排行榜上会出现的音乐.很好.

 

下星期考试.生活的重心看来需要适当倾斜一下.

周三的时候,影协居然放<色戒>,也好,下午就把拉丁语上掉,准备晚上去看.

人山人海.在这个小学校里,这么热闹的场面还是少见.诺大的阶梯教室里连站的位置都没有了.也罢.

安静的躲到角落,安全的位置.属于我的时刻.害怕人群算不算是逃避.

有时候发现自己活的有些许麻木.也许不自知是最好的状态.我一直由衷的佩服我周围的人,不得不承认,我不是一个好学生.

 

难得有这么好的太阳.赶到新金桥去为几个老外上了节课,收入倒是其次的.在阳光明媚的小教室,我享受着每一分钟.很累,赚钱不容易.想要证明的只是钱是赚不完的,问题是有没有本事去赚.

Westlife居然又出新专辑了.好多年好多年.真的好多年了.可以追溯到初中了.时间,真的比我想的还要快.

骡子上拖了一部关于Buddha的记录片,体会很深刻.世界比想象中简单.世界却比想象中复杂.

如果世界只是世界,那么想象又算是什么?

一个人,需要走多少路,看见多少光,思考多久,才能真的明心见性?

 

恐惧,诱惑,迟疑,皆源自内心.一切颠倒梦想,都是那么真切,忘记不了,放不开.

必须要复习了,考试越来越近,这个学期继续安全上岸吧,不要出什么差错,我不想.

夜凉如水.如人饮水.

I miss you.

Never imagined such a dramatic transition.

Swaying between TIME and ECONOMIST is nothing more than a farcial folly of my naivety. Guess what, this week, the cover story and special report of The Economist is about RELIGION, one of my biggest concerns, which puzzles and plagues me for quite a long time.

Strangely though, religion is playing an ever increasingly important role in various respects of human life. An angel exerting the dark power and a demon trumpeting the heavenly sound are reviving in limelight of the 21th century after despairing survival of the 20th.

Converting into an universalist myself, I used to be firm on the advent of Humanity as the ultimate form of religion. But recently, it tumbles.

It must be stupid waffle to most of the people around me. Let's take something that makes more sense. Say, global warming. Stupid again? Alas.

 

A happy person tends to heckle less. Simplicity is surely one part of the carefree happiness.

At least I make up my mind by embracing my dear Eco whose writing philosophy holds understandableness as its principle.

 

 

How stupid we are. As we proudly proclaim the God-granted favor, we are precisely exerting ourselves against His will by separating our brothers and sisters into the Lucifer-dominant domain.

Killing in God's name. Massacre with His glory. Bloodshed for His sake.

 

If Jesus could be transfered by a time-twisting machine to confront Buddha and all the other prophets and founders of myriad religions, Would he take a sword in hand to slay his competitors?

 

God is not a clown or puppet toyed with by human's pomposity and vanity. He is not in our hands. The reality is the other way around.

God must have inserted selective amnesia of His Glory into the tiny burdensome hyperplasia on our shoulder.

What do you call it? A brain? I hope so.