美中时间，星期四下午14:53。 US Central Time, Thursday, 2:53 PM. 又到了内布拉斯加的春天，阳光明媚，微风拂面，本该令人心旷神怡，但最近我的心情却难以轻松起来。也许是日复一日单调的生活，也许是连续几个月每天早晨五点钟就要起床，睡眠严重不足的缘故吧。 Spring has arrived again in Nebraska with bright sunshine and gentle breezes—a time that should lift one's spirits. Yet lately, I’ve found it hard to feel truly at ease. Perhaps it’s the monotonous day-to-day routine, or maybe it’s the toll of having to wa

The idea of eternal return is a mysterious one, and Nietzsche has often perplexed other philosophers with it: to think that everything recurs as we once experienced it, and that the recurrence itself recurs ad infinitum! What does this mad myth signify? Putting it negatively, the myth of eternal return states that a life which disappears once and for all, which does not return, is like a shadow, w

我冒了嚴寒，回到相隔二千餘里，別了二十餘年的故鄉去。 時候既然是深冬；漸近故鄉時，天氣又陰晦了，冷風吹進船艙中，嗚嗚的響，從蓬隙向外一望，蒼黃的天底下，遠近橫著幾個蕭索的荒村，沒有一些活氣。我的心禁不住悲涼起來了。 阿！這不是我二十年來時時記得的故鄉？ 我所記得的故鄉全不如此。我的故鄉好得多了。但要我記起他的美麗，說出他的佳處來，卻又沒有影像，沒有言辭了。仿佛也就如此。於是我自己解釋說：故鄉本也如此，——雖然沒有進步，也未必有如我所感的悲涼，這只是我自己心情的改變罷了，因為我這次回鄉，本沒有什麼好心緒。 我這次是專為了別他而來的。我們多年聚族而居的老屋，已經公同賣給別姓了，交屋的期限，只在本年，所以必須趕在正月初一以前，永別了熟識的老屋，而且遠離了熟識的故鄉，搬家到我在謀食的異地去。 第二日清早晨我到了我家的門口了。瓦楞上許多枯草的斷莖當風抖著，正在說明這老屋難免易主的原因。幾房的本家大約