Chapter 36 Where I Live; Why I Live - 4

Time and place have changed, and I live nearer to these parts of the universe, closer to those eras of history that most fascinate me.Where I live is as far away as the space that astronomers observe every night, and we are accustomed to fantasize that there are rarer and more pleasant places in the farther and more remote corners of the celestial bodies, behind the chair shape of the constellation Cassiopeia, Far away from the hustle and bustle and harassment.I found the location of my house to be just such a retreat, a part of the ever-new unspoiled universe.If it is more worthwhile to live in these parts, closer to the Pleiades or the Hyades, the Altairn or the Aquila, then I really live in those places, at least as far away as those constellations I left. In the life behind, those twinkling little lights, those soft rays of light, passed on to my nearest neighbors, which can only be seen in the moonless night.That part of creation is where I dwell;—

There once lived a shepherd, His mind is like a mountain sublime, where his flock Give him nourishment every hour.What would we think of the shepherd's life if his flocks were always going out to pastures higher than his thoughts? Every morning is a pleasant invitation to live as simple, perhaps I might say, as pure, as nature herself.I bow to the dawn, loyal as the Greeks.I got up early and bathed in the lake; it was a religious exercise, the best thing I ever did.It is said that such words are engraved on the bathtub of King Chengtang: "Gou Rixin, Day by Day, and Day by Day." I understand this truth.Dawn brought the country to the age of heroes.In the earliest twilight, I sat with the doors and windows wide open, and a mosquito, unseen and unimaginable, flew in my room, and its faint moan moved me, as I heard the preaching of beauty. The same sound as the famous metal horn.It's a Homer's Requiem, the Aerial and the Odyssey, singing of its rage and its drift.There is a great sense of cosmic identity here; proclaiming the infinite energy and life of the world until it is forbidden.Dawn, the most memorable time of the day, is the hour of awakening.Then our drowsiness is at a minimum; and for an hour at least, most of the faculties which have been drowsy all day and night are awakened.But if we are not awakened by our own gifts, but mechanically elbowed by some servant; if we are not awakened by the new strength and the inner demand in us, there will be no fragrance in the air. There is no sound of heavenly music, but the whistle of the factory wakes us up. If we wake up with no higher life than before going to sleep, then such a day, even if it can be called a day. , and there will be no hope at all; you know, darkness can produce such good fruits, and darkness can prove that its own function is not inferior to that of day.A man who cannot believe that every day has an earlier and more divine hour of dawn than he has decried, must have been disappointed in life, and is groping for a way to descend into darkness.After a night's rest in the life of the senses, man's soul, or, rather, his faculties, is recharged daily, and his endowments are again tested to see what a noble life he can accomplish.Everything that can be commemorated, dare I say, happened in the atmosphere of the dawn hour. "Vedas" said: "all knowledge, wake up in the morning." Poetry and art, the most beautiful and memorable things in human behavior all start from this moment.All poets and heroes are like Manyi, the son of the god of dawn, who broadcasts the music of the harp at sunrise.The day is to him an eternal dawn to him who with an elastic and vigorous mind follows the steps of the sun.It has nothing to do with the chiming of the clock, or the attitude of the people, or the labor they are doing.Morning is a time when I wake up with a sense of dawn inside.To improve virtue is to cast off drowsy sleep.If men are not asleep, why do they look back on the day with such pitiful words?They are all smart people.If they were not overwhelmed by lethargy, they could have done something.Millions of people are sober enough to perform physical labor, but only one person in a million is sober enough to effectively serve wisdom; only one person in a hundred million lives poetically and sacredly.To be awake is to live.I have yet to meet a very sober person.If I saw him, how dare I gaze at him?

We must learn to wake up again, and we must learn to stay awake and no longer lethargic, but not by mechanical methods, but we should place our infinite expectations on the dawn, even in the deepest sleep, the dawn will not abandon us.I have never seen a more inspiring fact that man is undoubtedly capable of consciously enhancing his own life.It is great to be able to paint a certain picture, to sculpt a certain portrait, to beautify certain objects; but it is far more glorious to be able to shape or paint that atmosphere and medium in which we discover, and enable us to do what is right.It is the highest art that can affect the essence of the contemporary age.Every man should do what he thinks in the most sublime and urgent moments, and make his life worthy of what he thinks, even in small details.If we reject, or waste, the paltry thought we have been given, oracle will show us clearly how to do it.