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"... I dreamed we were there. The plane leapt the tropopause, the safe air, and attained the outer rim, the ozone, which was ragged and torn, patches of it threadbare as old cheesecloth, and that was frightening. And then I saw something that only I could see, because of my astonishing ability to see such things. Souls were rising, from the earth far below, souls of the dead, of people who had perished, from famine, from war, from the plague, and they floated up, like skydivers in reverse, limbs all akimbo, wheelling and spinning. And the souls of these departed joined hands, clasped ankles, and formed a web, a great net of souls, and the souls were three oxygen atom molecules, of the stuff of ozone, and the outer rim absorbed them, and was repaired. Nothing's lost forever. In this world, there's a kind of painful progress. Longing for what we've left behind, and dreaming ahead. At least I think that's so."

秋天的地图

北极星还在 将旅程放进口袋

应该算精采 回忆中还有空白

时间消失了 我的心和身体透明了起来

路的尽头有扇门慢慢打开
秋天的地图 大城小镇圈滿 终点前一站

熟悉的和陌生在交战
快乐和悲伤 像一次回顾展 在眼前一摊

很燦烂的梦想归于平淡
下一站 北极星闪呀闪 没有叉路好转

我微笑地陪自己走完
那爱过的人 現在是什么模样？

热絡的朋友 想要見一面都难

爬过几座山 才明白这世界多么不平坦

現在的我脚步少了匆忙

Because of a friend, life is a little stronger, fuller, more gracious thing for the friend's existence, whether he be near or far. If the friend is close at hand, that is best, but if he is far away, he is still there to think of, to wonder about, to hear from, to write to, to share life and experience with, to serve, to honor, to admire, and to love.