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“啊！风。”
“风啊，如果冬天来了，春天还远吗？”
他们知道，潮涨与潮落一样，不合时宜的、人为周期的干扰可以减弱潮水的来势和去势，削弱其冲撞和推动力。永远平等的生活——不管是寻找精神产物的平等，还是精神愉悦上的平等，还是在感官享受上的平等，就是要既不劳累，又不懒散地生活。一些圣人的生活，是极其朴素和单纯的，与周期性规律非常吻合。欣喜与忧伤交替在他们的身上发生。在头脑空虚的时间里，他们忍受着放弃凡尘俗世的种种内心痛苦。为了心中点亮的不受约束的甜美祝福，他们欣喜不已。诗人骚客与他们一样，在漫漫的人生旅途中，缪斯女神有三次或十次降临到他们身边，抚摸他们，又抛弃他们。然而，两者迥然相异的是，诗人并不总是驯服的，因此也不会为与宝贵而不可取消的时光的离去和小别作好充分的准备。很少有诗人对于他们的缪斯离开的规律有充分的认识。因为这种认识是通过一种方式体现出来的，那就是沉默。
在非洲和美洲的一些部落，人们发现，他们不崇拜太阳，而是崇拜月亮；大多数部落则两者都崇拜；没有哪支部落两者皆不崇拜。因为太阳的运动规律还有一部分不为人知，而月亮的周期规律却很显著，影响四季。月亮的运转周期决定着潮汐的涨落；她是塞勒涅，是赫斯之母；在降雨稀少的地方，她带来露水来滋润陆地。同地球的其他卫星相比，月亮是度量者。早期的印欧语就是这样称呼月亮的。她的度量的定向便是其阴晴圆缺的象征。恒久不变的定期而至与按期返回，正是她反复无常的原因所在。朱丽叶不接受指月盟誓，但她不知道爱情本身也是有潮汐的——爱的消长是由内心的反复规律所决定的，但是恋人徒劳而无情地归咎于他的爱人外表的某些变化。因为除了非同一般的人之外，其他人是很难有周期意识的。一个人要么对此永远浑然不觉，要么等到认识到了的时候，为时已晚。他之所以很迟才懂得这点，是因为这是一个在证据缺乏基础上的经验的累积。一个人直到他的后半生，才能清晰地懂得这个道理，并因此放弃自己的期望和担忧。年轻人对这一规律的无知，导致了他们接近于绝望的悲痛。成就非凡事业的期望也是如此。人生漫长，潜力无穷。对于对人生的周期循环毫无所知的人来说，这些间隔——愿望与渴望的间隔、行动与行动的间隔——如同睡眠的间隔一样，是不可避免的。对间隔的不可避免与无穷无尽的无知，使得人生对于时运不济的年轻人来说，似乎是不可思议的。他们应该明白，从更微妙的意义上说，人间世事如同潮汐一样有涨有落——如果延伸了莎士比亚的意思——这样做不是胆大妄为之举的话，它应当包含这层意思。快乐从他们的身边离去，走上回家的路；他们的生命也会有月盈月亏，如果明智的话，他们就必须顺从它的规律，知道这一规律能掌控世间的万事万物——太阳的旋转与产妇的阵痛。 txt小说上传分享
人生的节奏（2）
■ 心灵小语
人生的节奏到底是怎样的？其实就是此消彼长，有起有落。世间的一切都有其规律所在。
The Rhythm of Life
Alice Meynell
If life is not always poetical； it is at least metrical1。 Periodicity roles over the mental experience of man； according to the path of the orbit of his times。 Distances are not gauged； ellipses not measured； velocities not ascertained2； times not known。 Nevertheless； the recurrence is sure。 What the mind suffered last week or last year； it does not suffer now； but it will suffer again next week or next year。 Happiness is not a matter of events； it depends upon the tides of the mind。 Disease is metrical； closing in at shorter and shorter periods towards death； sweeping abroad at longer and longer intervals towards recovery。 Sorrow for one cause was intolerable yesterday； and will be intolerable tomorrow； today it is easy to bear； but the cause has not passed。 Even the burden of a spiritual distress unsolved is bound to leave the heart to a temporary peace； and remorse itself does not remain—it returns。 Gaiety takes us by a dear surprise。 If we had made a course of notes of its visits； we might have been on the watch； and would have had an expectation instead of a discovery。 No one makes such observations； in all the diaries of students of the interior world； there have never e to light the records of the Kepler of such cycles。 But Thomas à Kempis knew of the recurrences； if he did not measure them。 In his cell alone with the elements—“What wouldst thou more than these for out of these were all things made”—he learnt the stay to be found in the depth of the hour of bitterness； and the remembrance that restrains the soul at the ing of the moment of delight； giving it a more conscious wele； but presaging for it an inexorable flight。 And “rarely； rarely est thou；” sighed Shelley； not to Delight merely； but to the Spirit of Delight。 Delight can be pelled beforehand； called； and constrained to our service—Ariel can be bound to a daily task； but such artificial violence throws life out of metre； and it is not the spirit that is thus pelled。 THAT flits upon an orbit elliptically or parabolically or hyperbolically curved； keeping no man knows what trysts with Time。
It seems fit that Shelley and the author of the IMITATION should both have been keen and simple enough to perceive these flights； and to guess at the order of this periodicity。 Both souls were in close touch with the spirits of their several worlds； and no deliberate human roles； no infractions of the liberty and law of the universal movement； kept from them the knowledge of recurrences。 Eppur simuove。 They knew that presence does not exist without absence； they knew that what is just upon its flight of farewell is already on its long path of return。 They knew that what is approaching to the very touch is hastening towards departure。书 包 网 txt小说上传分享
人生的节奏（3）
“O wind；” cried Shelley； in autumn； “O wind； If winter es； can spring be far behind？ ”
They knew that the flux is equal to the reflux； that to interrupt with unlawful recurrences； out of time； is to weaken the impulse of onset and retreat； the sweep and impetus of movement。 To live in constant efforts after an equal life； whether the equality be sought in mental production； or in spiritual sweetness； or in the joy of the senses； is to live without either rest or full activity。 The souls of certain of the saints； being singularly simple and single； have been in the most plete subjection to the law of periodicity。 Ecstasy and desolation visited them by seasons。 They endured； during spaces of vacant time； the interior loss of all for which they had sacrificed the world。 They rejoiced in the uncovenanted beatitude of sweetness alighting in their hearts。 Like them are the poets whom； three times or ten times in the course of a long life； the Muse has approached； touched； and forsaken。 And yet hardly like them； not always so docile； nor so wholly prepared for the departure； the brevity； of the golden and irrevocable hour。 Few poets have fully recognised the metrical absence of their Muse。 For full recognition is expressed in one only way—silence。
It has been found that several tribes in Africa and in America worship the moon； and not the sun； a great number worship both； but no tribes are known to adore the sun； and not the moon。 For the periodicity of the sun is still in part a secret； but that of the moon is modestly apparent； perpetually influential。 On her depend the tides； and she is Selene； mother of Harsens； bringer of the dews that recurrently irrigate lands where rain is rare。 More than any other panion of earth is she the Measurer。 Early Indo…Germanic languages knew her by that name。 Her metrical phases are the symbol of the order of recurrence。 Constancy in approach and in departure is the reason of her inconstancies。 Juliet will not receive a vow spoken in invocation of the moon； but Juliet did not live to know that love itself has tidal times—lapses and ebbs which are due to the metrical rule of the interior heart； but which the lover vainly and unkindly attributes to some outward alteration in the beloved。 For man—except those elect already named—is hardly aware of periodicity。 The individual man either never learns it fully； or learns it late。 And he learns it so late； because it is a matter of cumulative experience upon which cumulative evidence is lacking。 It is in the after…part of each life that the law is learnt so definitely as to do away with the hope or fear of continuance。 That young sorrow es so near to despair is a result of this young ignorance。 So is the early hope of great achievement。 Life seems so long； and its capacity so great； to one who knows nothing of all the intervals it needs must hold—intervals between aspirations； between actions； pauses as inevitable as the pauses of sleep。 And life looks impossible to the young unfortunate； unaware of the inevitable and unfailing refreshment。 It would be for their peace to learn that there is a tide in the affairs of men； in a sense more subtle—if it is not too audacious to add a meaning to Shakespeare—than the phrase was meant to contain。 Their joy is flying away from them on its way home； their life will wax and wane； and if they would be wise； they must wake and rest in its phases； knowing that they are ruled by the law that mands all things—a sun’s revolutions and the rhythmic pangs of maternity。
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永恒之脉（1）
威廉？佐拉奇
令人惊奇的是，儿时的某些东西总会给我们留下深刻的印象。我至今还记得朗费罗的几句诗：
“生活是真实的！生命是真诚的！
死亡并非它最终的目标；
你本为尘埃，必归为尘土，
这是指肉体，而非灵魂。”
还有：
“伟人的生命警醒着我们
我们能够高尚地生活，
离开人世的时候，也会
在时间的沙滩上留下我们的足迹。”
诚然，与现在的年轻人相比，我们这代人的情感更为丰富。但是，无论这首诗是否为佳作，它朴素的言辞都传达了一种信息，并在一个小男孩的脑海中留下永久的记忆。
15岁时，我幻想着自己拥有一个守护天使。每当周末去乡间写生时，我会请求它的指引，祈祷某天能够成为一名伟大的艺术家，描绘出大自然最真实的美丽。这一小小的祈祷带给了我对世界的信仰和对自己的信心。
然而，我的信仰与信心遇到了严峻的考验。核武器时代让我们陷入了恐慌，我们的生命也似乎危在旦夕。人类的潜能与价值无法发挥出来，这也近乎是一种浪费。有时，我会想，万物的生存皆是一种奇迹。但是我坚信，有一种“永恒之脉”始终贯穿着天地万物，最具价值的遗产将会永存。
我相信，无论用怎样的方式，每个人都渴望将自己的生命融入这条“永恒之脉”。这就是生命的动力，也有人称它为永恒的动力。我想，无论它是什么，都是有益的，因为它赋予了我们生存的目标。不过，只有目标还远远不够。在人们眼中，艺术家总会不切实际地空想，但就我自己而言，我发现在创造任何艺术作品之前，都必须作出决定和计划。我知道，我不仅要带着敏锐的情感、对美的感知，去接近生活，同时还要有一颗谦卑、崇敬的心。
作为一名艺术家，我的人生信条是：热爱生活、热爱自由、热爱全世界人民。通常，一个热爱自己工作的人会是一个有梦想的人，而他梦想的灵魂也会以某些方式与特征表现出来。创造是一种绝妙的感觉。然而，我认为现今的人们缺乏交流的能力。如果人们，不仅仅是艺术家，而是所有的人，只要能敞开心扉，表达出忧愁与快乐、恐惧与希望，他们就会发现以前无法看到的东西，发现自己已融入生活的主流。
有时，恐惧与嘲讽会让我们灰心丧气。每当这时，我便会努力回忆不同时代的伟大艺术家拥有着怎样的表现力。一种能与人交流、提升人的品格的力量，能使观众产生或喜、或悲、或惧、或敬的心灵共鸣，而不只是为了装点生活或娱乐大众。
如果我们能扩大人类的思想与信仰领域，将会发现人人都具有创造天赋。这种才能使得我们每个人都独具个性，并赢得“永恒之脉”中的一席之地。我深信，如果我们能认识到这些，就会发现我们所生活的这个时代充满了冒险与革新的激情，我们将会在它的带领下走进一个更美好的崭新世界。
■ 心灵小语
正如文章中所说，万物的生存皆是一种奇迹。让我们一起坚信，有一种“永恒之脉”始终贯穿着天地万�