我本以为只要点亮一处，整座屋子就会亮起来，但灯泡碎了，电线缠成死结。走廊尽头忽然飘来一阵旧乐曲，我跟着旋律走，途中踩碎了几页笔记。那些本以为无用的句子，如今却像散落在地板上的糖果，闪着光。不是我理解了什么，而是它们突然允许我靠近。
知识不是树，是一片森林，每棵树都在讲不同的梦。
I used to think that lighting up one spot would illuminate the whole room. But the bulb shattered, and the wires tangled into a hopeless knot. Then, from the end of the hallway, an old melody drifted in. I followed the tune, stepping over torn pages of notes along the way. Sentences I once deemed useless now glittered like candy scattered across the floor. It’s not that I understood them — it’s that they suddenly allowed me to come close.
Knowledge isn’t a tree. It’s a forest, where each tree tells a different dream.