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AndsolongasIcanlaughneverwillIbepoor.This,then,isoneofnature\'

sgreatestgifts,andlwillwasteitnomore.Onlywithlaughterandhappinesscanltrulybecomeasuccess.OnlywithlaughterandhappinesscanIenjoythefruitsofmylabor.Wereitnotso,farbetterwoulditbetofail,forhappinessisthewinethatsharpensthetasteofthemeal.ToenjoysuccessImusthavehappiness,andlaughterwillbethemaidenwhoservesme.

Iwillbehappy.

Iwillbesuccessful.

Lifeisbutanemptydream!

Forthesoulisdeadthatslumbers,

Andthingsarenotwhattheyseem.

Lifeisreal!

Lifeisearnest!

Andthegraveisnotitsgoal;

Dustthouart,todustreturnest,

Wasnotspokenofthesoul.

Notenjoyment,andnotsorrow,

Isourdestinedendorway?

Buttoact,thateachtomorrow

Findsusfartherthantoday.

Artislong,andtimeisfleeting,

Andourhearts,thoughstoutandbrave,

Still,likemuffleddrums,arebeating

Funeralmarchestothegrave.

Intheworld’sbroadfieldofbattle,

Inthebivouacoflife,

Benotlikedumb,drivencattle!

Beaherointhestrife!

Trustnofuture,howeverpleasant!

Letthedeadpastburyitsdead!

Act-actinthelivingpresent!

Heartwithin,andgodoverhead!

Abeautifulflower

Thishappenedmanysummersago.Therewasayoungflowerinadesertwherewasalwaysdriedandsad-looking.Itwasgrowingbyitself,enjoyingeverydayandsayingtotheSun“WhenshallIbegrownup?

”AndtheSunwouldsay“Bepatient.EachtimeItouchyou,yougrowalittle.”Andshewassopleasedbecauseshewouldhaveachancetobringbeautytothiscornerofsand,andthisisallshewantedtodo-bringalittlebitofbeautytothisworld.

Oneday,thehuntercamebyandsteppedonher.Shewasgoingtodieandshefeltsosad，notbecauseshewasdying，butbecauseshehadnochancetobringalittlebitofbeautytothiscornerofthedesert.

TheGreatSpiritsawherandwaslistening“Indeed”hesaid“Sheshouldbeliving.”Andhereacheddownandtouchedherandgaveherlife.Andshegrewuptobeabeautifulflower;

andthiscornerofthedesertbecamesobeautifulbecauseofher.

Immediatelyafterhewasborn，HermeswasappointedgodofthievesatOlympus．Andathiefhebecamewhenhewasbarelyafewhoursold．Feelinghungry，theinfantlefthiscradleafternightfalltohuntforfood．HechanceduponApollo'

soxengrazingonameadowanddroveanumberoftheseanimalsaway，tyingtreebranchesaroundthefeetofthecattletomaketheirfootstepsdim．Hekilledtwooftheseoxenandhadamagnificentdinner．Thenheslippedbackintohislittlebedinhismother'

shouse．WhenApollocametoquestionhimHermespretendedtobeinnocent．TheangrysungoddraggedhimuptoOlympus，wherehewasaccusedofthestealingandmadetoreturnthecattletotheirmaster．InreconciliationlittleHermesgaveApollothelyrehehadmadeoutofatortoiseshell，andApollowassopleasedwiththegiftthathepresentedhislittlebrotherwithamagicstick．Thestickcouldpacifyhostileforces．

InduetimeHermeswasappointedmessengerofZeusandthegods．Thegodsequippedhimwithapairofwingedsandalsandwingedcaptoenablehimtotravelswifterthansight．ItwasHermeswhotookthemessagesofZeustotheworldbelow．

海尔墨斯一生下来就被任命为奥林波斯山的贼神。

他出生后几个小时的时候就做了贼。

黄昏时分，他感到饥饿，于是还是婴孩的海尔墨斯离开了他的摇篮去找食物吃。

他碰巧看见阿波罗的牛在草地里吃草，于是他偷走了许多牛，并将树枝绑在牛脚上，让脚印变得模糊不清。

他杀了其中两头牛，美餐了一顿。

然后悄然地回到他妈妈的房里，爬上床。

当阿波罗发现牛少了，来质问他时，海尔墨斯佯作不知。

愤怒不已的太阳神把他拖到奥林波斯山上，告他偷窃并责令将牛如数还给主人。

为了平息这件事，小海尔墨斯将他用乌龟壳做的琴送给阿波罗。

阿波罗得到这件礼物非常高兴，并送给他的小兄弟一支魔棍，这支魔棍可以化解敌对力量。

到了一定的时候，海尔墨斯被指定为宙斯和众神的传令官。

众神赐他一双带翅膀的草鞋和一顶带翅膀的帽子，让他可以行动神速。

海尔墨斯成了宙斯和凡世之间传递消息的人。

Awiseandunderstandingheartdoesnotrepayahurtwithahurt.Indoingso,theheartisdiminished.Fissuresform.Loveleaksout.Everypaingiveninreturnforonereceived,changesthecontentsoftheheart.Itisnolongerdefinedbylove,wisdomandunderstanding.Itisredefinedbythebearersofhurtandhate,painandprejudice,meannessandmadness,sorrowandsadness.Yougiveawaycontrolofyourveryownheart.

Thedespairofbeinghurtishealedbyovercomingit,notclingingtothehurtandinflictingmoreofitontheworld.Whendarknessisaddedtodarkness,noonecansee,noonecanlove.Everyoneloses.

Loveisnotalwayswarmandfuzzy.Sometimesit'

stheintegrityweholdontowhenwe'

retemptedtostrikeback.Sometimesit'

sthehonorthatkeepsusfromexchangingthevaluablecontentsofourheartfortheharshsatisfactionoflashingback.

No,thewayofloveisnotalwayseasy,butwhennightfalls,dawnisassured.

Theintegrityandhonorofawiseandunderstandingheart,riseswiththesunofanewday.

StarsonaSnowyNight

　　Thethermometerhaddroppedto18degreesbelowzero,butstillchosetosleepintheporchasusual.Intheevening,themostfamiliarsighttomewouldbestarsinthesky.Thoughtheywereameresprinkleoftwinklingdots,yetIhadbecomesoaccustomedtothemthattheiroccasionalabsencewouldbringmelonelinessandennui.

　　Ithadbeensnowingallnight,notasinglestarinsight.MyroommateandI,eachwrappedinaquilt,wereseatedfarapartinadifferentcorneroftheporch,facingeachotherandchattingaway.

　　Sheexclaimedpointingtosomethingafar,“Look,Venusinrising!

”Ilookedupandsawnothingbutalamproundthebendinamountainpath.Ibeamedandsaidpointingtoatinylamplightontheoppositemountain,“It’sJupiteroverthere!

”

　　Moreandmorelightscameintosightaswekeptpointinghereandthere.Lightsfromhurricanelampsflickeringaboutinthepineforestcreatedthesceneofastar-studdedsky.Withthedistinctionbetweenskyandforestobscuredbysnowflakes,thenumerouslamp-lightsnoweasilypassedforasmanystars.

　　Completelylostinamake-believeworld,Iseemedtoseeallthelamplightsdriftingfromtheground.Withtheillusorystarshangingstilloverhead,IwassparedtheeffortoftracingtheirpositionswhenIwokeupfrommydreamsinthedeadofnight.

BetheFuture　

"

Wearereadingthefirstverseofthefirstchapterofabookwhosepageareinfinite..."

Idonotwhowrotethosewords,butIallwayslikesthemasareminderthatthefuturevanbeanything

wewanttotakeit.Wecantakethemysterious,hazyfutureandcarveoutofitanythingthatwecanimagine,justasasculptorcarvesastatuefromashapelessstone.Weareallinthepositionofthefarmer.Ifweplantagoodseed,wereapagoddharvest.Ifourseedispoorandfullofweeds,wereapauselesscrop.Ifweplantnothingatall,weharvestnothingatall.Iwantthefuturetobebetterthanthepast,Idon'

twantitconaminatedbythemistakesanderrorswithwhichhistoryisfilled.Weshouldallbeconcernedaboutthefuturebecausethatiswherewewillspendtheremainderofourlibes.Thepastisgoneandstatic.Nothingwecandowillchangeit.Thefutureisbeforeusanddynamic.Eberythingwedowillaffectit.Eachdaybringswithitnewfrontiers,inourhomesandinourbusiness,ifweonlyrecognizethem.Wearejustatthebeginningoftheprogressineveryfieldofhumanendeavor.

TheonlyproblemunconsciouslyassumedbyallChinesephilosopherstobeofanyimportanceis:

Howshallweenjoylife,andwhocanbestenjoylife?

Noperfectionism,nostrainingaftertheunattainable,nopostulatingofheunknowable;

buttakingpoor,modalhumannatureasitis,howshallweorganizeourlifesothatwecanwokepeacefully,endurenoblyandlivehappily?

一切中国的哲学家在不知不觉中认为唯一重要的问题是：

我们要怎样享受人生？

谁最会享受人生？

我们不追求十全十美的理想，我们不寻找那些得不到的东西，我们不要求知道那些不得而知的东西；

我们只认识不完美的、会死的人类的本性，那么我们要怎样调整我们的人生，使我们可以和平地工作着，旷达地忍耐着，幸福地生活着呢?

Whoarewe?

Thatisfirstquestion.Itisaquestionalmostimpossibletoanswer.Butweallagreewiththebusyselfoccupiedinourdailyactivitiesisnotquitetherealself.Wearequitesurewehavelostsomethinginthemerepursuitofliving.Whenwewatchapersonrunningaboutlookingforsomethinginafield,thewisemancans