From CONSCIOUSNESS EXPLAINED, by Daniel Dennett, p. 177
"The juvenile sea squirt wanders through the sea searching
for a suitable rock or hunk of coral to cling to and make
its home for life. For this task, it has a rudimentary
nervous system. When it finds its spot and takes root, it
doesn't need its brain anymore so it eats it! (It's rather
like getting tenure.)"
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Tom Sawyer (the Fence story) Mark Twain
This story tells us that
1. The value of something is not always fixed. The harder it appears to be obtained, the higher the value of the item.
2. The fun of doing something depends heavily on your atttitude toward doing it.
Tom appeared on the sidewalk with a bucket of whitewash and a long-handled brush. He surveyed the fence and all gladness left him, a deep melancholy settled down upon his spirit. Thirty yards of board fence nine feet high. Life to him seemed hollow, and existence but a burden. Sighing, he dipped his brush and passed it along the topmost plank; repeated the operation; did again; compared the insignificant whitewashed streak with the far-reaching continent of unwhitewashed fence, and sat down on a tree-box discouraged. Jim came skipping out at the gate with a tin pail, and singing “Buffalo Gals.” Bringing water from the town pump had always been hateful work in Tom’s eyes before, but now it did not strike him so. He remembered that there was company at the pump. White, mulatto, and Negro boys and girls were always there waiting their turns, resting, trading playthings, quarrelling, fighting, skylarking. And he remembered that although the pump was only a hundred and fifty yards off, Jim never got back with a bucket under an hour - and even then somebody generally had to go after him. Tom said:“Say, Jim, I’ll fetch the water if you’ll whitewash some.”Jim shook his head and said:“Can’t, Mars Tom. Ole missis, she tole me I got to go an’ git dis water an’ not stop foolin’ roun’ wid anybody. She says she spec’ Mars Tom gwine to ax me to whitewash, an’ so she tole me to go ’long an ‘tend to my own business - she ‘lowed she’d ‘tend to de whitewashin’.”“Oh, never you mind she said, Jim. That’s the way she always talks. Gimme the bucket - I won't be gone only a minute. She won’t every know.”“Oh, I dasn’t, Mars Tom. Ole missis she’d take an’ tar de head off’n me. ‘Deed she would.”“She! She never licks anybody - whacks ‘em over the head with her thimble - and who cares for that, I’d like to know. She talks awful, but talk don’t hurt - anyways, it don’t if she don’t cry. Jim, I’ll give you a marvel. I’ll give you a white alley!”Jim began to waver.“White alley, Jim! And it’s a bully taw.”“My! Dat’s a mighty gay marvel. I tell you! But Mars Tom, I’s powerful ‘fraid ole missis -”“And besides, if you will I’ll show you my sore toe.”Jim was only human - this attraction was too much for him. He put down his pail, took the white alley, and bent over the toe with absorbing interest while the bandage was being unwound. In another moment he was flying down the street with his pail and a tingling rear, Tom was whitewashing with vigour, and Aunt Polly was retiring from the field with a slipper in her hand and triumph in her eye.But Tom’s energy did not last. He began to think of the fun he had planned for this day, and his sorrows multiplied. Soon the free boys would come tripping along on all sorts of delicious expeditions, and they would make a world of fun of him having to work - the very thought of it burned him like fire. He got out his worldly wealth and examined it - bits of toys, marbles, and trash; enough to buy an exchange of work, maybe, but not enough to buy so much as half an hour of pure freedom. So he returned his straightened means to his poke, and gave up the idea of trying to buy the boys. At this dark and hopeless moment an inspiration burst upon him! Nothing less than a great, magnificent inspiration.He took up his brush and went tranquilly to work. Ben Rogers hove in sight presently - the very boy, of all boys, whose ridicule he had been dreading. Ben’s gait was the hop-skip-and-jump - proof enough that his heart was light and his anticipations were high. He was eating an apple, and giving a long melodious whoop, at intervals followed by a deep-toned ding-dong, ding-dong, for he was personating a steam-boat. As he drew near, he slackened speed, took the middle of the street, leaned far over to starboard and rounded-to ponderously and with laborious pomp and circumstance - for he was personating the Big Missouri, and considered himself to be drawing nine feet of water. He was boat and captain and engine bells combined, so he had to imagine himself standing on his own hurricane-deck giving the orders and executing them:“Stop her, sir! Ting-a-ling-ling!” The headway ran almost out, and he drew up slowly toward the sidewalk.“Ship up to back! Ting-a-ling-ling!” His arms straightened and stiffened down his sides.“Set her back on the stabboard! Ting-a-ling-ling! Chow-ch-chow-ow!” His right hand, meantime, describing stately circles - for it was representing a forty-foot wheel.“Let her go back on the labboard! Ting-a-ling-ling! Chow-ch-chow-ow!” The left hand began to describe circles.“Stop the stabborad! Ting-a-ling-ling! Stop the labboard! Come ahead on the stabboard! Stop her! Let your outside turn over slow! Ting-a-ling-ling! Chow-ch-chow-ow! Get out that head line. Lively now! Come - out with the spring-line - what’re you about there? Take a turn around that stump with the bight of it! Stand by that stage, now - let her go! Done with the engines, sir! Ting-a-ling-ling! Sht! Sht! Sht!”Tom went on whitewashing - paid no attention to the steam-boat. Ben stared a moment and then said:“Hi-yi! You're up a stump, ain’t you?”No answer. Tom surveyed his last touch with the eye of an artist; then he gave his brush another gentle sweep and surveyed the result, as before. Ben ranged up alongside him. Tom’s mouth watered for the apple, but he stuck to his work. Ben said:“Hello, old chap, you got to work, hey?”Tom wheeled suddenly and said:“Why, it’s you, Ben! I warn’t noticing.”“Say - I’m going in a -swimming, I am. Don’t you wish you could? But of course you’d druther work - wouldn’t you? Course you would!”Tom contemplated the boy a bit, and said:“What do you call work?”“Why, ain’t that work?”Tom resumed his whitewashing, and answered carelessly:“Well, maybe it is, and maybe it ain’t. All I know it suits Tom Sawyer.”“Oh, come now, you don’t mean to let on that you like it?”The brush continued to move.“Like it? Well, I don’t see why I oughtn’t to like it. does a boy get a chance to whitewash a fence every day?”That put the thing in a new light. Ben stopped nibbling his apple. Tom swept his brush daintily back and forth - stepped back to note the effect - added a touch here and there - criticized the effect again - Ben watching every move and getting more and more interested, more and more absorbed. Presently he said:“Say, Tom, let me whitewash a little.”Tom Considered, was about to consent; but he altered his mind:“No-no-I reckon it wouldn’t hardly do, Ben. You see, Aunt Polly’s awful particular about this fence - right here on the street, you know - but if it was the back fence, I wouldn’t mind, and she wouldn’t. Yes, she’s awful particular about this fence; it’s got to be done very careful; I recon there ain’t one boy in a thousand, maybe two thousand, that can do it the way it’s got to be done.”“No-is that so? Oh, come now - lemme try. Only just a little - I’d let you, if you was me, Tom.”“Ben, I’d like to, honest injun; but Aunt Polly - well, Jim wanted to do it, but she wouldn’t let him; Sid wanted to do it, and she wouldn’t let Sid. Now, don’t you see how I’ fixed? If you was to tackle this fence and anything was to happen to it --”“Oh, shucks, I’ll be just as careful. Now lemme try. Say - I’ll give you the core of my apple.”“Well, here - No, Ben, no you don’t. I’m afeared --”“I’ll give you all of it!”Tom gave up the brush with reluctance in his face, but alacrity in his heart. And while the late steamer Big Missouri worked and sweated in the sun, the retired artist sat on a barrel in the shade close by, dangled his legs munched his apple, and planned the slaughter of more innocents. There was no lack of material; boys happened along every little while; they came to jeer, but remained to whitewash. By the time Ben was fagged out, Tom had traded the next chance to Billy fisher for a kite in good repair; and when he played out, Johnny Miller bought in for a dead rat and a string to sing it with - and so on, hour after hour. And when the middle of the afternoon came, from being a poor poverty-stricken boy in the morning, Tom was literally rolling wealth. He had, besides the things before mentioned, twelve marbles, part of a jew’s-harp, a piece of blue bottle-glass to look through, a spoon cannon, a key that wouldn’t unlock anything, a fragment of chalk, a glass stopper of a decanter, a tin soldier, a couple of tadpoles, a kitten with only one eye, a brass door-knob, a dog-collar-but no dog - the handle of a knife, four pieces of orange-peel, and a dilapidated window-sash.He had had a nice, good, idle time all the while - plenty of company - and the fence had three coats of whitewash on it! If he hadn’t run out of whitewash, he would have bankrupted every boy in the village.
1. The value of something is not always fixed. The harder it appears to be obtained, the higher the value of the item.
2. The fun of doing something depends heavily on your atttitude toward doing it.
Tom appeared on the sidewalk with a bucket of whitewash and a long-handled brush. He surveyed the fence and all gladness left him, a deep melancholy settled down upon his spirit. Thirty yards of board fence nine feet high. Life to him seemed hollow, and existence but a burden. Sighing, he dipped his brush and passed it along the topmost plank; repeated the operation; did again; compared the insignificant whitewashed streak with the far-reaching continent of unwhitewashed fence, and sat down on a tree-box discouraged. Jim came skipping out at the gate with a tin pail, and singing “Buffalo Gals.” Bringing water from the town pump had always been hateful work in Tom’s eyes before, but now it did not strike him so. He remembered that there was company at the pump. White, mulatto, and Negro boys and girls were always there waiting their turns, resting, trading playthings, quarrelling, fighting, skylarking. And he remembered that although the pump was only a hundred and fifty yards off, Jim never got back with a bucket under an hour - and even then somebody generally had to go after him. Tom said:“Say, Jim, I’ll fetch the water if you’ll whitewash some.”Jim shook his head and said:“Can’t, Mars Tom. Ole missis, she tole me I got to go an’ git dis water an’ not stop foolin’ roun’ wid anybody. She says she spec’ Mars Tom gwine to ax me to whitewash, an’ so she tole me to go ’long an ‘tend to my own business - she ‘lowed she’d ‘tend to de whitewashin’.”“Oh, never you mind she said, Jim. That’s the way she always talks. Gimme the bucket - I won't be gone only a minute. She won’t every know.”“Oh, I dasn’t, Mars Tom. Ole missis she’d take an’ tar de head off’n me. ‘Deed she would.”“She! She never licks anybody - whacks ‘em over the head with her thimble - and who cares for that, I’d like to know. She talks awful, but talk don’t hurt - anyways, it don’t if she don’t cry. Jim, I’ll give you a marvel. I’ll give you a white alley!”Jim began to waver.“White alley, Jim! And it’s a bully taw.”“My! Dat’s a mighty gay marvel. I tell you! But Mars Tom, I’s powerful ‘fraid ole missis -”“And besides, if you will I’ll show you my sore toe.”Jim was only human - this attraction was too much for him. He put down his pail, took the white alley, and bent over the toe with absorbing interest while the bandage was being unwound. In another moment he was flying down the street with his pail and a tingling rear, Tom was whitewashing with vigour, and Aunt Polly was retiring from the field with a slipper in her hand and triumph in her eye.But Tom’s energy did not last. He began to think of the fun he had planned for this day, and his sorrows multiplied. Soon the free boys would come tripping along on all sorts of delicious expeditions, and they would make a world of fun of him having to work - the very thought of it burned him like fire. He got out his worldly wealth and examined it - bits of toys, marbles, and trash; enough to buy an exchange of work, maybe, but not enough to buy so much as half an hour of pure freedom. So he returned his straightened means to his poke, and gave up the idea of trying to buy the boys. At this dark and hopeless moment an inspiration burst upon him! Nothing less than a great, magnificent inspiration.He took up his brush and went tranquilly to work. Ben Rogers hove in sight presently - the very boy, of all boys, whose ridicule he had been dreading. Ben’s gait was the hop-skip-and-jump - proof enough that his heart was light and his anticipations were high. He was eating an apple, and giving a long melodious whoop, at intervals followed by a deep-toned ding-dong, ding-dong, for he was personating a steam-boat. As he drew near, he slackened speed, took the middle of the street, leaned far over to starboard and rounded-to ponderously and with laborious pomp and circumstance - for he was personating the Big Missouri, and considered himself to be drawing nine feet of water. He was boat and captain and engine bells combined, so he had to imagine himself standing on his own hurricane-deck giving the orders and executing them:“Stop her, sir! Ting-a-ling-ling!” The headway ran almost out, and he drew up slowly toward the sidewalk.“Ship up to back! Ting-a-ling-ling!” His arms straightened and stiffened down his sides.“Set her back on the stabboard! Ting-a-ling-ling! Chow-ch-chow-ow!” His right hand, meantime, describing stately circles - for it was representing a forty-foot wheel.“Let her go back on the labboard! Ting-a-ling-ling! Chow-ch-chow-ow!” The left hand began to describe circles.“Stop the stabborad! Ting-a-ling-ling! Stop the labboard! Come ahead on the stabboard! Stop her! Let your outside turn over slow! Ting-a-ling-ling! Chow-ch-chow-ow! Get out that head line. Lively now! Come - out with the spring-line - what’re you about there? Take a turn around that stump with the bight of it! Stand by that stage, now - let her go! Done with the engines, sir! Ting-a-ling-ling! Sht! Sht! Sht!”Tom went on whitewashing - paid no attention to the steam-boat. Ben stared a moment and then said:“Hi-yi! You're up a stump, ain’t you?”No answer. Tom surveyed his last touch with the eye of an artist; then he gave his brush another gentle sweep and surveyed the result, as before. Ben ranged up alongside him. Tom’s mouth watered for the apple, but he stuck to his work. Ben said:“Hello, old chap, you got to work, hey?”Tom wheeled suddenly and said:“Why, it’s you, Ben! I warn’t noticing.”“Say - I’m going in a -swimming, I am. Don’t you wish you could? But of course you’d druther work - wouldn’t you? Course you would!”Tom contemplated the boy a bit, and said:“What do you call work?”“Why, ain’t that work?”Tom resumed his whitewashing, and answered carelessly:“Well, maybe it is, and maybe it ain’t. All I know it suits Tom Sawyer.”“Oh, come now, you don’t mean to let on that you like it?”The brush continued to move.“Like it? Well, I don’t see why I oughtn’t to like it. does a boy get a chance to whitewash a fence every day?”That put the thing in a new light. Ben stopped nibbling his apple. Tom swept his brush daintily back and forth - stepped back to note the effect - added a touch here and there - criticized the effect again - Ben watching every move and getting more and more interested, more and more absorbed. Presently he said:“Say, Tom, let me whitewash a little.”Tom Considered, was about to consent; but he altered his mind:“No-no-I reckon it wouldn’t hardly do, Ben. You see, Aunt Polly’s awful particular about this fence - right here on the street, you know - but if it was the back fence, I wouldn’t mind, and she wouldn’t. Yes, she’s awful particular about this fence; it’s got to be done very careful; I recon there ain’t one boy in a thousand, maybe two thousand, that can do it the way it’s got to be done.”“No-is that so? Oh, come now - lemme try. Only just a little - I’d let you, if you was me, Tom.”“Ben, I’d like to, honest injun; but Aunt Polly - well, Jim wanted to do it, but she wouldn’t let him; Sid wanted to do it, and she wouldn’t let Sid. Now, don’t you see how I’ fixed? If you was to tackle this fence and anything was to happen to it --”“Oh, shucks, I’ll be just as careful. Now lemme try. Say - I’ll give you the core of my apple.”“Well, here - No, Ben, no you don’t. I’m afeared --”“I’ll give you all of it!”Tom gave up the brush with reluctance in his face, but alacrity in his heart. And while the late steamer Big Missouri worked and sweated in the sun, the retired artist sat on a barrel in the shade close by, dangled his legs munched his apple, and planned the slaughter of more innocents. There was no lack of material; boys happened along every little while; they came to jeer, but remained to whitewash. By the time Ben was fagged out, Tom had traded the next chance to Billy fisher for a kite in good repair; and when he played out, Johnny Miller bought in for a dead rat and a string to sing it with - and so on, hour after hour. And when the middle of the afternoon came, from being a poor poverty-stricken boy in the morning, Tom was literally rolling wealth. He had, besides the things before mentioned, twelve marbles, part of a jew’s-harp, a piece of blue bottle-glass to look through, a spoon cannon, a key that wouldn’t unlock anything, a fragment of chalk, a glass stopper of a decanter, a tin soldier, a couple of tadpoles, a kitten with only one eye, a brass door-knob, a dog-collar-but no dog - the handle of a knife, four pieces of orange-peel, and a dilapidated window-sash.He had had a nice, good, idle time all the while - plenty of company - and the fence had three coats of whitewash on it! If he hadn’t run out of whitewash, he would have bankrupted every boy in the village.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
what you have vs. who you are
A Far Side cartoon where the giant cockroach lying in an alley is talking to a bum saying: “I had it all: great job, great car, money, success, beautiful wife. Then one day someone shouted, ‘Hey! He’s just a big cockroach!’”.
鲁迅《野草题辞》和《秋夜》
当我沉默着的时候，我觉得充实；我将开口，同时感到空虚。过去的生命已经死亡。我对于这死亡有大欢喜，因为我借此知道它曾经存活。...生命的泥委弃在地面上，不生乔木，只生野草，这是我的罪过。... 但我坦然，欣然。我将大笑，我将歌唱。 我自爱我的野草，但我憎恶这以野草作装饰的地面。
我以这一丛野草，在明与暗，生与死，过去与未来之际，献于友与仇，人与兽，爱者与不爱者之前作证。 为我自己，为友与仇，人与兽，爱者与不爱者，我希望这野草的死亡与朽腐，火速到来。要不然，我先就未曾生存，这实在比死亡与朽腐更其不幸。
去罢，野草，连着我的题辞！
《秋 夜》
我不知道那些花草真叫什么名字，人们叫他们什么名字。我记得有一种开过极细小的粉 红花，现在还开着，但是更极细小了，她在冷的夜气中，瑟缩地做梦，梦见春的到来，梦见 秋的到来，梦见瘦的诗人将眼泪擦在她最末的花瓣上，告诉她秋虽然来，冬虽然来，而此后 接着还是春，胡蝶乱飞，蜜蜂都唱起春词来了。她于是一笑，虽然颜色冻得红惨惨地，仍然 瑟缩着。
我又听到夜半 的笑声；我赶紧砍断我的心绪，看那老在白纸罩上的小青虫，头大尾小，向日葵子似的，只 有半粒小麦那么大，遍身的颜色苍翠得可爱，可怜。 我打一个呵欠，点起一支纸烟，喷出烟 来，对着灯默默地敬奠这些苍翠精致的英雄们。
我以这一丛野草，在明与暗，生与死，过去与未来之际，献于友与仇，人与兽，爱者与不爱者之前作证。 为我自己，为友与仇，人与兽，爱者与不爱者，我希望这野草的死亡与朽腐，火速到来。要不然，我先就未曾生存，这实在比死亡与朽腐更其不幸。
去罢，野草，连着我的题辞！
《秋 夜》
我不知道那些花草真叫什么名字，人们叫他们什么名字。我记得有一种开过极细小的粉 红花，现在还开着，但是更极细小了，她在冷的夜气中，瑟缩地做梦，梦见春的到来，梦见 秋的到来，梦见瘦的诗人将眼泪擦在她最末的花瓣上，告诉她秋虽然来，冬虽然来，而此后 接着还是春，胡蝶乱飞，蜜蜂都唱起春词来了。她于是一笑，虽然颜色冻得红惨惨地，仍然 瑟缩着。
我又听到夜半 的笑声；我赶紧砍断我的心绪，看那老在白纸罩上的小青虫，头大尾小，向日葵子似的，只 有半粒小麦那么大，遍身的颜色苍翠得可爱，可怜。 我打一个呵欠，点起一支纸烟，喷出烟 来，对着灯默默地敬奠这些苍翠精致的英雄们。
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
鲁迅散文与宋诗
鲁迅《希 望 》
我的心分外地寂寞。
然而我的心很平安：没有爱憎，没有哀乐，也没有颜色和声音。
我大概老了。我的头发已经苍白，不是很明白的事么？我的手颤抖着，不是很明白的事 么？那么，我的魂灵的手一定也颤抖着，头发也一定苍白了。 然而这是许多年前的事了。
这以前，我的心也曾充满过血腥的歌声：血和铁，火焰和毒，恢复和报仇。而忽而这些 都空虚了，但有时故意地填以没奈何的自欺的希望。希望，希望，用这希望的盾，抗拒那空 虚中的暗夜的袭来，虽然盾后面也依然是空虚中的暗夜。 。。。
“夜阑卧听风吹雨，铁马冰河入梦来” 陆游《十一月四日风雨大作》
然而就是如此，陆续地耗尽了我的青春。 我早先岂不知我的青春已经逝去了？但 以为身外的青春固在：星，月光，僵坠的胡蝶，暗中的花，猫头鹰的不祥之言，杜鹃的啼血，笑的渺茫，爱的翔舞……。虽然是悲凉漂渺的青春罢， 然而究竟是青春。 然而现在何以如此寂寞？难道连身外的青春也都逝去，世上的青年也多衰老了么？
“桃李春风一杯酒，江湖夜雨十年灯”（黄庭坚）
我的心分外地寂寞。
然而我的心很平安：没有爱憎，没有哀乐，也没有颜色和声音。
我大概老了。我的头发已经苍白，不是很明白的事么？我的手颤抖着，不是很明白的事 么？那么，我的魂灵的手一定也颤抖着，头发也一定苍白了。 然而这是许多年前的事了。
这以前，我的心也曾充满过血腥的歌声：血和铁，火焰和毒，恢复和报仇。而忽而这些 都空虚了，但有时故意地填以没奈何的自欺的希望。希望，希望，用这希望的盾，抗拒那空 虚中的暗夜的袭来，虽然盾后面也依然是空虚中的暗夜。 。。。
“夜阑卧听风吹雨，铁马冰河入梦来” 陆游《十一月四日风雨大作》
“当年万里觅封侯， 匹马戍梁州。 关河梦断何处？ 尘暗旧貂裘。 胡未灭， 鬓先秋， 泪空流。 此生谁料， 心在天山， 身老沧洲！ ” 陆游《诉衷情》
楼船夜雪瓜洲渡， 铁马秋风大散关。陆游《书愤》
然而就是如此，陆续地耗尽了我的青春。 我早先岂不知我的青春已经逝去了？但 以为身外的青春固在：星，月光，僵坠的胡蝶，暗中的花，猫头鹰的不祥之言，杜鹃的啼血，笑的渺茫，爱的翔舞……。虽然是悲凉漂渺的青春罢， 然而究竟是青春。 然而现在何以如此寂寞？难道连身外的青春也都逝去，世上的青年也多衰老了么？
“桃李春风一杯酒，江湖夜雨十年灯”（黄庭坚）
鲁迅写的耶稣受难记
复 仇(其二)
因为他自以为神之子，以色列的王〔２〕，所以去钉十字架。
兵丁们给他穿上紫袍，戴上荆冠，庆贺他；又拿一根苇子打他的头，吐他，屈膝拜他； 戏弄完了，就给他脱了紫袍，仍穿他自己的衣服。〔３〕 看哪，他们打他的头，吐他，拜 他…… 他不肯喝那用没药〔４〕调和的酒，要分明地玩味以色列人怎样对付他们的神之子， 而且较永久地悲悯他们的前途，然而仇恨他们的现在。
四面都是敌意，可悲悯的，可咒诅的。
丁丁地响，钉尖从掌心穿透，他们要钉杀他们的神之子了，可悯的人们呵，使他痛得柔 和。丁丁地响，钉尖从脚背穿透，钉碎了一块骨，痛楚也透到心髓中，然而他们自己钉杀着 他们的神之子了，可咒诅的人们呵，这使他痛得舒服。
十字架竖起来了；他悬在虚空中。
他没有喝那用没药调和的酒，要分明地玩味以色列人怎样对付他们的神之子，而且较永 久地悲悯他们的前途，然而仇恨他们的现在。
路人都辱骂他，祭司长和文士也戏弄他，和他同钉的两个强盗也讥诮他。〔５〕 看哪， 和他同钉的……四面都是敌意，可悲悯的，可咒诅的。
他在手足的痛楚中，玩味着可悯的人们的钉杀神之子的悲哀和可咒诅的人们要钉杀神之 子，而神之子就要被钉杀了的欢喜。突然间，碎骨的大痛楚透到心髓了，他即沉酣于大欢喜 和大悲悯中。 他腹部波动了，悲悯和咒诅的痛楚的波。
遍地都黑暗了。 “以罗伊，以罗伊，拉马撒巴各大尼？！”（翻出来，就是：我的上帝，你为甚么离弃 我？！）〔６〕 上帝离弃了他，他终于还是一个“人之子”；然而以色列人连“人之子”都 钉杀了。 钉杀了“人之子”的人们的身上，比钉杀了“神之子”的尤其血污，血腥。
一九二四年十二月二十日。
因为他自以为神之子，以色列的王〔２〕，所以去钉十字架。
兵丁们给他穿上紫袍，戴上荆冠，庆贺他；又拿一根苇子打他的头，吐他，屈膝拜他； 戏弄完了，就给他脱了紫袍，仍穿他自己的衣服。〔３〕 看哪，他们打他的头，吐他，拜 他…… 他不肯喝那用没药〔４〕调和的酒，要分明地玩味以色列人怎样对付他们的神之子， 而且较永久地悲悯他们的前途，然而仇恨他们的现在。
四面都是敌意，可悲悯的，可咒诅的。
丁丁地响，钉尖从掌心穿透，他们要钉杀他们的神之子了，可悯的人们呵，使他痛得柔 和。丁丁地响，钉尖从脚背穿透，钉碎了一块骨，痛楚也透到心髓中，然而他们自己钉杀着 他们的神之子了，可咒诅的人们呵，这使他痛得舒服。
十字架竖起来了；他悬在虚空中。
他没有喝那用没药调和的酒，要分明地玩味以色列人怎样对付他们的神之子，而且较永 久地悲悯他们的前途，然而仇恨他们的现在。
路人都辱骂他，祭司长和文士也戏弄他，和他同钉的两个强盗也讥诮他。〔５〕 看哪， 和他同钉的……四面都是敌意，可悲悯的，可咒诅的。
他在手足的痛楚中，玩味着可悯的人们的钉杀神之子的悲哀和可咒诅的人们要钉杀神之 子，而神之子就要被钉杀了的欢喜。突然间，碎骨的大痛楚透到心髓了，他即沉酣于大欢喜 和大悲悯中。 他腹部波动了，悲悯和咒诅的痛楚的波。
遍地都黑暗了。 “以罗伊，以罗伊，拉马撒巴各大尼？！”（翻出来，就是：我的上帝，你为甚么离弃 我？！）〔６〕 上帝离弃了他，他终于还是一个“人之子”；然而以色列人连“人之子”都 钉杀了。 钉杀了“人之子”的人们的身上，比钉杀了“神之子”的尤其血污，血腥。
一九二四年十二月二十日。
鲁迅写给“愤青”的文章
随感录六十二 恨恨而死
古来很有几位恨恨而死的人物。他们一面说些“怀才不遇”“天道宁论”的话，一面有钱的便狂嫖滥赌，没钱的便喝几十碗酒，——因为不乎的缘故，于是后来就恨恨而死了。
我们应该趁他们活着的时候问他：诸公!您知道北京离昆仑山几里，弱水去黄河几丈么?火药除了做鞭爆，罗盘除了看风水，还有什么用处么?棉花是红的还是白的?谷子是长在树上，还是长在草上?桑间濮上如何情形，自由恋爱怎样态度?您在半夜里可忽然觉得有些羞(愧），清早上可居然有点（后）悔么?四斤的担，您能挑么?三里的道，您能跑么? 他们如果细细的想，慢慢的侮了，这便很有些希望。万一越发不平，越发愤怒，那便“爱莫能助”。——于是他们终于恨恨而死了。
中国现在的人心中，不平和愤恨的分子太多了。不平还是改造的引线，但必须先改造了自己，再改造社会，改造世界；万不可单是不平。至于愤恨，却几乎全无用处。
愤恨只是恨恨而死的根苗，古人有过许多，我们不要蹈他们的覆辙。
我们更不要借了“天下无公理，无人道”这些话，遮盖自暴自弃的行为，自称“恨人”，一副恨恨而死的脸孔，其实并不恨恨而死。
古来很有几位恨恨而死的人物。他们一面说些“怀才不遇”“天道宁论”的话，一面有钱的便狂嫖滥赌，没钱的便喝几十碗酒，——因为不乎的缘故，于是后来就恨恨而死了。
我们应该趁他们活着的时候问他：诸公!您知道北京离昆仑山几里，弱水去黄河几丈么?火药除了做鞭爆，罗盘除了看风水，还有什么用处么?棉花是红的还是白的?谷子是长在树上，还是长在草上?桑间濮上如何情形，自由恋爱怎样态度?您在半夜里可忽然觉得有些羞(愧），清早上可居然有点（后）悔么?四斤的担，您能挑么?三里的道，您能跑么? 他们如果细细的想，慢慢的侮了，这便很有些希望。万一越发不平，越发愤怒，那便“爱莫能助”。——于是他们终于恨恨而死了。
中国现在的人心中，不平和愤恨的分子太多了。不平还是改造的引线，但必须先改造了自己，再改造社会，改造世界；万不可单是不平。至于愤恨，却几乎全无用处。
愤恨只是恨恨而死的根苗，古人有过许多，我们不要蹈他们的覆辙。
我们更不要借了“天下无公理，无人道”这些话，遮盖自暴自弃的行为，自称“恨人”，一副恨恨而死的脸孔，其实并不恨恨而死。
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Randy Pausch (The Last Lecture)
We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hands.
Randy: The brick walls are not there to keep us out, it is there to show how much we want it. It is there to stop people who don't want it badly enough.
My mother will introduce me when I got my Ph.D. : He is a doctor, but not the kind that helps people.
Experience is what you get when you don't get it.
When you are screwing up and noboby bothering to tell you anymore, that means they care you to be better and they are not giving up on you.
Three words for advice: Tell the truth, if I can add three more words, "all the time". A lot of people don't want the truth, they just want to be patted and be told how wonderful they are.
It is better to fail spetucularly than to win easily.
I am dying and I am having fun. I have never found anger helps.
Can you see love, can you see hope, these are the most important things but you can't see them.
A good apology has three parts:
1) I'm sorry.2) It was my fault.3) How do I make it RIGHT?
A lot of people usually miss the 3rd part.
Randy: The brick walls are not there to keep us out, it is there to show how much we want it. It is there to stop people who don't want it badly enough.
My mother will introduce me when I got my Ph.D. : He is a doctor, but not the kind that helps people.
Experience is what you get when you don't get it.
When you are screwing up and noboby bothering to tell you anymore, that means they care you to be better and they are not giving up on you.
Three words for advice: Tell the truth, if I can add three more words, "all the time". A lot of people don't want the truth, they just want to be patted and be told how wonderful they are.
It is better to fail spetucularly than to win easily.
I am dying and I am having fun. I have never found anger helps.
Can you see love, can you see hope, these are the most important things but you can't see them.
A good apology has three parts:
1) I'm sorry.2) It was my fault.3) How do I make it RIGHT?
A lot of people usually miss the 3rd part.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
the Wisdom of life
Everything got a price. And the prices keep changing. No one knows for sure what the price is for anything at any moment (you will be God if you do).
A man with wisdom knows the order of these prices (he knows the priority of things in his life). He will not sacrifice the important for the trivial. Many people simply don't get it. They are paying ridiculous prices for something that is simply not worth it: people who are workaholic and die in their office, people who are alchoholic and get their health ruined, people who self-centered and never have a friend,...., I can go on and on but you get the point.
Read Bible, my friend. You WILL gain that wisdom.
A man with wisdom knows the order of these prices (he knows the priority of things in his life). He will not sacrifice the important for the trivial. Many people simply don't get it. They are paying ridiculous prices for something that is simply not worth it: people who are workaholic and die in their office, people who are alchoholic and get their health ruined, people who self-centered and never have a friend,...., I can go on and on but you get the point.
Read Bible, my friend. You WILL gain that wisdom.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
李白《梁甫吟》中的姜太公
李白《梁甫吟》中的姜太公：
君不见朝歌屠叟辞棘津【1】，八十西来钓渭滨【2】。宁羞白发照清水【3】，逢时吐气思经纶。广张三千六百钓【4】，风期暗与文王亲【5】。大贤虎变愚不测【6】，当年颇似寻常人。
【1】姜子牙年轻的时候干过宰牛卖肉的屠夫，也开过酒店卖过酒，聊补无米之炊。《说苑尊贤》里有：“太公望，故老妇之出夫也，朝歌之屠佐也，棘津迎客之舍人也，年七十而相周，九十而封齐。”
【2】... 后来又来到西北陕西省的终南山。在那里，他经常到渭河去钓鱼，可是3年中他却一条鱼也没有钓到，而且他的鱼钩还是直的。
【3】“夫人行年七十有二，浑然而齿堕矣。
【4】我的理解是或者钓了十年（一天一钓），或三年，一天三钓（需要回去吃饭 :)
【5】姜子牙向周文王讲述了自己的身世，文王当时正为了打败敌人建立王朝而搜罗人才，所以就对他说：我的先祖太公早就寄希望于你了。
【6】“人人谓之狂夫也”人们都嘲笑他，他却无动于衷。
摘自百度百科：
姜太公出生地应为山东省日照市。当时姜子牙所在的王朝商朝的纣王是一个残暴的人，他统治期间战争不断，为了躲避战乱，姜子牙到中国北方的辽宁隐居了40年，后来又来到西北陕西省的终南山。在那里，他经常到渭河去钓鱼，可是3年中他却一条鱼也没有钓到，而且他的鱼钩还是直的。人们都嘲笑他，他却无动于衷，所以在中国有一句成语叫姜太公钓鱼，愿者上钩。神奇的是，后来他果然钓到一条鱼，在鱼的肚子里有一本兵法书。更巧合的是，当天晚上，周王朝（公元前11世纪-8世纪）的姬昌周文王做了一个梦，梦见一位高人。第二天，他就遇到了姜子牙。姜子牙向周文王讲述了自己的身世，文王当时正为了打败敌人建立王朝而搜罗人才，所以就对他说：我的先祖太公早就寄希望于你了。因此，后人又称他为太公望，在民间一般称他为姜太公。 周武王伐纣，太公为军师，牧野大战，灭商盛周，立了首功。周初分封，姜太公被封为齐国君主。《尉缭子·武议篇》“太公望年七十，屠牛朝歌，卖食盟津，过七十余而主不听，人人谓之狂夫也。及遇文王，则提三万之众，一战而天下定。
六韬：
《六韬·文韬·文师》太公曰：“天下非一人之天下，乃天下人之天下也。同天下之利者则得天下。”
《六韬·文韬·国务》“太公曰：‘利而无害，成而无败，生而无杀，与而无夺，反而无苦，喜而无怒。’”
君不见朝歌屠叟辞棘津【1】，八十西来钓渭滨【2】。宁羞白发照清水【3】，逢时吐气思经纶。广张三千六百钓【4】，风期暗与文王亲【5】。大贤虎变愚不测【6】，当年颇似寻常人。
【1】姜子牙年轻的时候干过宰牛卖肉的屠夫，也开过酒店卖过酒，聊补无米之炊。《说苑尊贤》里有：“太公望，故老妇之出夫也，朝歌之屠佐也，棘津迎客之舍人也，年七十而相周，九十而封齐。”
【2】... 后来又来到西北陕西省的终南山。在那里，他经常到渭河去钓鱼，可是3年中他却一条鱼也没有钓到，而且他的鱼钩还是直的。
【3】“夫人行年七十有二，浑然而齿堕矣。
【4】我的理解是或者钓了十年（一天一钓），或三年，一天三钓（需要回去吃饭 :)
【5】姜子牙向周文王讲述了自己的身世，文王当时正为了打败敌人建立王朝而搜罗人才，所以就对他说：我的先祖太公早就寄希望于你了。
【6】“人人谓之狂夫也”人们都嘲笑他，他却无动于衷。
摘自百度百科：
姜太公出生地应为山东省日照市。当时姜子牙所在的王朝商朝的纣王是一个残暴的人，他统治期间战争不断，为了躲避战乱，姜子牙到中国北方的辽宁隐居了40年，后来又来到西北陕西省的终南山。在那里，他经常到渭河去钓鱼，可是3年中他却一条鱼也没有钓到，而且他的鱼钩还是直的。人们都嘲笑他，他却无动于衷，所以在中国有一句成语叫姜太公钓鱼，愿者上钩。神奇的是，后来他果然钓到一条鱼，在鱼的肚子里有一本兵法书。更巧合的是，当天晚上，周王朝（公元前11世纪-8世纪）的姬昌周文王做了一个梦，梦见一位高人。第二天，他就遇到了姜子牙。姜子牙向周文王讲述了自己的身世，文王当时正为了打败敌人建立王朝而搜罗人才，所以就对他说：我的先祖太公早就寄希望于你了。因此，后人又称他为太公望，在民间一般称他为姜太公。 周武王伐纣，太公为军师，牧野大战，灭商盛周，立了首功。周初分封，姜太公被封为齐国君主。《尉缭子·武议篇》“太公望年七十，屠牛朝歌，卖食盟津，过七十余而主不听，人人谓之狂夫也。及遇文王，则提三万之众，一战而天下定。
六韬：
《六韬·文韬·文师》太公曰：“天下非一人之天下，乃天下人之天下也。同天下之利者则得天下。”
《六韬·文韬·国务》“太公曰：‘利而无害，成而无败，生而无杀，与而无夺，反而无苦，喜而无怒。’”
李白诗赏析1
于阗采花人，自言花相似。明妃一朝西入胡，胡中美女多羞死。【于阗采花】
君歌杨叛儿，妾劝新丰酒。何许最关人，乌啼白门柳。乌啼隐杨花，君醉留妾家。博山炉中沉香火，双烟一气凌紫霞。【杨叛儿】
落叶别树，飘零随风。客无所托，悲与此同。罗帏舒卷，似有人开。明月直入，无心可猜。【独漉篇】
明月出天山，苍茫云海间。长风几万里，吹度玉门关。【关山月】
秦皇扫六合，虎视何雄哉。飞剑决浮云，诸侯尽西来。 明断自天启，大略驾群才。收兵铸金人，函谷正东开。【古风】
庄周梦胡蝶，胡蝶为庄周。一体更变易，万事良悠悠。乃知蓬莱水，复作清浅流。青门种瓜人，旧日东陵侯。富贵故如此，营营何所求。【古风】
君歌杨叛儿，妾劝新丰酒。何许最关人，乌啼白门柳。乌啼隐杨花，君醉留妾家。博山炉中沉香火，双烟一气凌紫霞。【杨叛儿】
落叶别树，飘零随风。客无所托，悲与此同。罗帏舒卷，似有人开。明月直入，无心可猜。【独漉篇】
明月出天山，苍茫云海间。长风几万里，吹度玉门关。【关山月】
秦皇扫六合，虎视何雄哉。飞剑决浮云，诸侯尽西来。 明断自天启，大略驾群才。收兵铸金人，函谷正东开。【古风】
庄周梦胡蝶，胡蝶为庄周。一体更变易，万事良悠悠。乃知蓬莱水，复作清浅流。青门种瓜人，旧日东陵侯。富贵故如此，营营何所求。【古风】
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