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文章的中英比例严重失衡(主要是英文写得比较多)。
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朝闻道,夕死可矣for me too

朝闻道(这是一篇刘慈欣的短篇小说,出自他的短篇小说集'时间移民')

(以下是我自己yy的几个我自己可能想在真理祭坛上问的问题)

Explanation of why I wrote this:
I am fully aware that it is the wrong impression. But while I was reading, I was given the impression that the author had drawn a line between science and the humanities and secluded the latter from the alter of truth, confining them to earth, telling them that their duty and the meaning of their lives mattered not to the truth, and mattered only to the human race, only to the mundane routines which make up daily life. That their imagination, their agony, their dreams, their hope and despair, would be either not of reality, not of good intentions, or not of the universe.

I know and respect that the author's focus here is science. And I know that my feeling of resentment comes not from the author's implication, but from what I feel of the implication of many of his READERS. Students who will read the text and further justify themselves, and who will continue to believe that the humanities digs a tunnel down to earth to further confine the human race whereas science is the one who sets it free. I do not deny that this opinion hurts me. Naturally for a person like myself who has laid so much of her faith on the humanities, I wish to see questions asked by its experts too, as some sort of proof that it is not so much lacking in meaning and significance when comparised with the sciences. I wish to see its experts stand on the altar, ask their question, either recieve or not recieve their answers, or to be told that their questions have no answer, and then to die knowing the truth, or to live knowing the question cannot be answered. I wish to join them, and not be told by the crowd, by the scientists, or by the 排险者himself that the altar is for science only. I do not wish to see only the politicians, appearing as a symbol of ignorance before the scientists willing to give their lives. For this wish, I blame my own greed and ignorance and not the author's words. And so, I shall venture to suggest several question which may be asked by people of the humanities. Perhaps it is only my imagination, but I believe the effects of curiosity and longing for an ultimate truth and the willingness to give their lives for such can be found in a great number of people from different fields and beliefs and is not a feature special to science.

Here are the questions I will want to ask: I fully admit that they are not deep enough, and are far from being deep enough, but I will still wish to ask them. Maybe I will eventually come to understand one or two of them in the course of my life.

Other questions:
On Ethics: Do good and evil exist? What is Good? What is Evil?
Do our moral standards actually possess meaning or significance? Or it is just another meaningless yet usedul invention to prevent our species from extinction?
On Religion: Does heaven(and all the other words from all the religions which imply such a place) exist?
On Philosophy: Is the universe a reality? How do you prove it?
What is Love?
What is Truth?
On Politics and Sociology: Is Utopia achievable? Or is there some internal logical barrier that will forever prevent mankind from reaching it? If so, what of other Societies in the Universe? Have any of them achieved it?
On History: Does History exist? Is History really a cycle of seemingly timed events?
Is History decided and unchangable or a stream of coincidential and logical events?
What really happened in (certain time period)? Could it have happened another way?
On Language:
Is a universal language possible? Is it enforceable? Is it 'right'?
Is each different language significant? Or are they all just randomly formed and randomly changed out of the circumstances they happen to be in?
Does language have 'beauty'? If so, does the beauty of a language weigh more or less than its usefulness? Or even, its survival?
On Culture:
Can a culture be discribed as 'more beautiful' than another? Or, 'better' than another?
Is the loss of the old and the arrival of the new inevitable? Can it be turned in the other direction? Should it?
If not, why do we feel sadness to their loss? Is it because they actually have meaning, or is it because we cannot handle our emotions?

and finally, the most important question of all:
Because I can fit all I've just written into a sentence with a question mark at the end, so I'd really like to know...What actually counts as 'one' question?(皮这一下很开心)

I wrote this mostly to satisfy myself, but perhaps, also, to call to those, who, in their mind, have closed 刘慈欣's altar of truth to everyone other than people of science. I believe that this is not the intention of the author, and it is definitely not my wish. I address those who, if they had been the 排险者, would have closed the altar to the religious or to the artists, poets, politicians and other 'dreamers' of the world. I hope that, after reading these questions, that you may open your altar a little more to other fields and beliefs, so that when you finally meet and converse with such people, your mind shall regard then as allays and not as adversaries, and come to understand that they too, deserve to stand on the altar of truth.

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