此刻我正盯着某网站上π的小数点后一万位数字发呆。我不相信9个不同的数字会如此杂乱无章地排列直至无限。我滚动着滑轮试图找到某种隐含的规律,然而最后嘲弄我的是六个大大的省略号。于是我开始有种莫名的敬畏和惶恐,正如人总是敬畏于无限,惶恐于无常。无限与无常使我们感到自身的脆弱和渺小,种种不确定使我们为自己所折磨。小时候读《西游记》里的“无底洞”,总是浑身鸡皮疙瘩。我坚信无底洞里阴森寒冷,妖孽丛生,从不认为里面春暖花开,柳暗花明。长大了,漂流在生活的洪流中,每每望着远方永远无法触及的地平线,总以为片刻的宁静只是暴风雨来临的前兆。更何况面对咆哮的风浪时,我们 At the moment I was staring at the 10,000 digits of the π decimal point on a website. I do not believe that the nine different figures will be arranged in such a chaotic manner until they are infinite. I rolled the pulley and tried to find some kind of implicit rule, but at the end I was mocked by six big ellipsis. So I began to have a kind of inexplicable fear and fear, just as people always fear infinity, fear of impermanence. Infinity and impermanence make us feel our own fragility and insignificance. All kinds of uncertainties make us torture ourselves. When I was a child, I read the “bottomless hole” in “Journey to the West” and I always goose bumps. I firmly believe that the bottomless cave is gloomy and enchanting. I never think that there is a spring in it, and it will be bright and clear. Growing up, drifting in the torrents of life, always looking at the horizon that can never be reached in the distance, always thought that a moment of silence is only a precursor to the storm. Not to mention the face of roaring storms, we