“If you set out in this world, better be born seven times. Once, in a house on fire, once, in a freezing flood, once, in a wild madhouse, once, in a field of ripe wheat, once, in an empty cloister, and once among pigs in sty. Six babes crying, not enough: you yourself must be the seventh.”
属于John Berger的四季冬天就在桌边话从前Let's look at the facts before we do anything elselet's look for our focus and for our connection. There, here. 春天离开人群走进万物的时间里去探索For the peasant, his animals, every year, are an unbroken, continued presence. The first existential dualism: animals were subjected and worshiped, bred and sacrificed. 夏天就着小酒聊讲故事的艺术One of th