No matter where we go, the sky is always above us, and the stars in the distant sky provoke our imagination with their perennial silence. We find one star, but there is another star. If life is a boundless and majestic mountain range, then living is a series of yearnings and pilgrimages to the distance. We reach a distant place, but there is another distant place calling us. Infinite distance, limited life, even if the distance is not satisfactory, even if the road to the distance is bumpy and tortuous, we will still set out for the distance.
