又是新的一天，还有很多事要忙，没有了G的生活还是要认真地过。这篇文章是我无论在考研 [b]还是在考G前都经常背诵以励志的，里面有一些相当不错的G颠峰词汇，和XDJM共勉，并祝福 [b]6G的XDJM。 A Free Man’s Worship [b]By Bertrand Russell The life of man, viewed outwardly, is but a small thing in comparison with [b]the forces of Nature. The slave is doomed to worship Time and Fate and [b]Death, because they are greater than anything he finds in himself, and [b]because all his thoughts are of things which they devour. But great as they [b]are, to think of them greatly, to feel their passionless splendor, is [b]greater still. And such thought makes us free man; we no longer bow before [b]the inevitable in Oriental subjection, but we absorb it, and make it a part [b]of ourselves. To abandon the struggle for private happiness, to expel all [b]eagerness for temporary desire, to burn with passion for eternal things---- [b]this is emancipation, and this is the free man’s worship. And this [b]liberation is effected by a contemplation of Fate; for Fate itself is [b]subdued by the mind which leave nothing to be purged by the purifying fire [b]of Time. United with his fellow men by the strongest of all ties, the tie of a [b]common doom, the free man finds that a new vision is with him always, [b]shedding over every daily task the light of love. The life of Man is a long [b]march through the night, surrounded by invisible foes, tortured by [b]weariness and pain, toward a goal that few can hope to reach, and where [b]none may tarry long. One by one, as they march, our comrades vanish from [b]our sight, seized by the silent order of the Omnipotent Death. Very brief [b]is the time in which we can help them, in which their happiness or misery [b]is decided. Be it ours to shed sunshine on their path, to lighten their [b]sorrows by the balm of sympathy, to give them the pure joy of never-tiring [b]affection, to strengthen failing courage, to instill faith in hours of [b]despair. Let us not weighing grudging scales their merits and demerits, but [b]let us think only of their need----of the sorrows, the difficulties, [b]perhaps the blindness, that make the misery of their lives; let us remember [b]that they are fellow-sufferers in the same darkness, actors in the same [b]tragedy with ourselves. And so, when their day is over, when their good and [b]evil have become eternal by the immortality of the past, be it ours to feel [b]that, where they suffered, where they failed, no deed of ours was the [b]cause; but wherever a spark of the divine fire kindled in their hearts, we [b]were ready with encouragement, with sympathy, with brave words in which [b]high courage glowed. Brief and powerless is Man’s life; on him and all his race the slow, sure [b]doom falls pitiless and dark. Blind to good and evil, reckless of [b]destruction, omnipotent forces rolls on its relentless way; for Man, [b]condemned today to lose his dearest, tomorrow himself to pass the gate of [b]darkness, it remains only to cherish, ere yet the blow fall, the lofty [b]thought that ennoble his little day; distaining the coward terrors of the [b]slave of Fate, to worship at the shrine that his own hands have built, [b]undismayed by the empire of chance, to preserve a mind free from the wanton [b]tyranny that rules his outward of life; proudly defiant of the irresistible [b]forces that tolerate, for a moment, his knowledge and his condemnation, to [b]sustain alone, a weary but unyielding Atlas, the world that his own ideals [b]have fashioned despite the trampling march of unconscious power.