It is through our eyes that the universe understands itself. It is through our ears that the universe hears its own harmony. We are witnesses to the universe. It is through us that the universe perceives its own glory and splendor. The hymn of man is the hymn of courage. Although the beauty has always been there, such a group of crazy humans has allowed us to see such a beautiful scenery. Deep underground in Antarctica, people have left things that will be studied by alien exploration experts when they die, including frozen eels, pictures of early spring greenery, and brightly colored dried flowers. Compared with the developed human civilization, they want the latecomers to see the once beautiful world. Physicists talk about neutrinos, and everyone here talks about what they're working on with pride as if they're working on the greatest thing ever. It reminds me of criminal lawyers talking about their own theories, as if they are the most correct and reasonable ones. All of a sudden, I feel that whether it is a liberal arts scholar or a scientific scholar, it is cute that they are obsessed with their own research. "Doctors brush dishes here, linguists go to a place where there is no language", scholars have discovered new species, picked up guitars and played in Antarctica... Everyone here is so romantic.
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