一座演化中的島嶼

Therefore, speak to them, and hear, and believe,
Since the light of the truth which requites them
Does not let them trun from itself.
-- Dante, Paradiso

Procession moves on, the shouting is over,
Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone.
Talking aloud as they sit round their tables,
Scattering flowers washed down by the rain.
Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden,
Watching them pass like clouds in the sky,
Try to cry out in the heat of the moment,
Possessed by a fury that burns from inside.


Cry like a child, though these years make me older,
With children my time is so wastefully spent,
A burden to keep, though their inner communion,
Accept like a curse an unlucky deal.
Played by the gate at the foot of the garden,
My view stretches out from the fence to the wall,
No words could explain, no actions determine,
Just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall.

哦，玩偶的靈魂，你這非神所造的，你這為一位魯莽的仙子賭氣所祈禱著，由一位偶像竭盡全力呼出的物之魂，我們全都保存著你，半是憂心忡忡半是慷慨大度，沒有人能從你裡面退出來，哦靈魂，你這從未被正確地穿戴過的，你總是被保養著（就像人們在夏天保養皮革一樣），防範著各種老派的氣味：看哪，如今蛀蟲鑽進你們體內了。
── Rainer Maria Rilke，劉皓明譯

理性的思維對於神靈保護或是巫婆親吻之類的力量，總是充滿懷疑。當我們探索人生，並對奇妙的無形世界保持開放時，自然會到達另一個超越邏輯與理性規範的層次。
── Gita Dorothy Morena, The Wisdom of Oz
　　朱惠英、江麗美譯，《綠野仙蹤與心靈療癒》　
　　台北：心靈工坊。