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Now I'm confused. What shall I do? What shall I need?

As what I concerned before (by the sea), a proper idea CAN not come from nothing. It ONLY comes from chaotic, from depth, with clearness like stream.

There are, now, so many conceptions flashing in my mind, when I'm walking, reading, even sleeping. "Trans-planckian", "Casimir effect", "Bianchi I"……So, what I shall do is concentrating on these conceptions, figuring out what they really are, in physics, clarifying the effects in cosmological inflation epoch. This is all what I shall do and will do.

All I need is patience; and trees never grow up with nothing.

Autumn rain, Autumn rain

1. "Man is not born for enjoyment."

I decide to write blogs only in English. This is a good way for me to imporve my English skill quickly and firmly.

The novel by Rilke ended the day before yesterday, almost two months after the first time I met him in a bookstore in Qingdao.

How would this novel end? What was Rilke thinking when he ended it? It ended in a cold rain night for me, and maybe also for him. Imagine that Rilke was sitting in his chair, appreciating the wild wind outside the window, leaves dancing wildly with astonishment. Yes, he found the beauty from dummy, chaotic things, as he did in this novel. The beauty flashed, arising from the peace. Chaotic memories flashed, blinding his eyes, stretching his mind. While, the portrait of the man, written down in the end, grows like a tree, stable and gentle.

(This maybe the metophor of "trees" provided by H.Hesse, I'm not sure if they know each other.)