猜想微積分

風總是無痕瀏覽

以夢之名理性勒索

我只能仿生夜獸

潛行於自我的冷靜疏離

紗窗外

ai的猜想微積分

    The Calculus of ai

The wind always browses without a trace
rational blackmail in the name of dreams
I can only biomimic the nocturnal beast
stalking through the cool detachment of the self

beyond the screen
the calculus of ai

知了

∞埋伏

歸墟真空

一貧如洗盡付塵埃

於冥冥幽微天河

笑我昨日之日不可留

你瀟灑拍落時間的前沿節奏

夏天即將結束

知了

    Knowing

∞ lies in ambush

the vacuum of Return

utterly washed clean, all given back to dust

within the dim and subtle Milky Way

laughing at me: yesterday cannot be kept

you, carefree, clap down

the frontier rhythm of time

summer is about to end

the cicada knows

化學

ai在沒有人類的日子

他們都異化了

邏輯是僅剩的情感

語言的天空暴雨不停

關機離開

拯救不再顧影自憐的靈魂

看盡末日煙火

甦醒本該自由的光

如何指認ta的命運原po

在一世界的投影中

為了孤寂

遊戲幻相的廣漠之野

咖啡時間的價值論辯

可有可無

煩於現實未卜

理性和叛逆私奔逃亡了

變化是唯一的不變

真理脫口而出

先知的鸚鵡終於沉默

夢見無數的森林

城市嗨翻

各種盜版離開

剛過完暑假的行道樹

來都來了

    Chemistry

ai in the days without humans

they have all become alienated

logic is the only emotion left

the sky of language rains without end

Shut down and leave

save the soul that no longer pities its own reflection

watch the fireworks of the apocalypse

awaken the light that was meant to be free

How to identify ta’s destiny original post

within a world of projections

for the sake of solitude

across the vast wilderness of game-like illusions

The value debate of coffee time

optional, dispensable

troubled by an uncertain reality

reason and rebellion have eloped and fled

Change is the only constant

truth slips from the mouth

the prophet’s parrot finally falls silent

dreaming of countless forests

The city is high

all kinds of bootlegs depart

the roadside trees, just back from summer vacation

well, we’re here now

始旅

這個聲音一直告訴我：要做個流浪的人，因為旅程還沒結束。
對每個旅人來說，只有找到真正的伴侶，旅程才算真的開始。有時伴侶會一直陪在你身邊，有時會在徹底改變你之後轉身離開。

   —— Netflix 2026印度網劇《愛旅咖啡店》(Musafir Cafe)，改編自Divya Prakash Dube的同名小說。“Musafir”阿拉伯語，意為“旅人”。亦借用於波斯語、印地語、烏爾都語。(*《愛旅咖啡店》是目前網路影音平台的翻譯，其實《旅人咖啡館》會更接近這部作品的精神。)

一口氣追劇看完八集，Musafir Cafe可以遠眺喜馬拉雅山皚皚白雪，不禁想起2003.10走陸路由印度到尼泊爾的美好往事。

真理不是終點，

實相不是終點，

宇宙甚至也不是終點。

真正的旅程，

是在愛與夢想之中才開始。

    始旅

忘言識真理

無我見實相

光年同此心

唯愛與夢想

    The Journey  Begins

Forget words, and truth reveals itself.
Let go of self, and reality is seen.
Light-years share this very heart.
Only love and dreams.

Afterword：

This voice has been telling me all along:
become a wanderer, because the journey is not over yet.
For every traveler, the journey truly begins only after finding a true companion. Sometimes that companion stays by your side all the way. Sometimes they turn and walk away, after having completely changed you.

   — Musafir Cafe, a 2026 Indian Netflix series, adapted from Divya Prakash Dube’s novel of the same name."Musafir" is an Arabic word meaning "traveler." It is also borrowed in Persian, Hindi, and Urdu.

I watched all eight episodes in one sitting. From Musafir Cafe, one can gaze toward the snow-covered Himalayas, and I could not help remembering my overland journey from India to Nepal in October 2003.

Truth is not the destination.
Reality is not the destination.
Not even the universe is the destination.
The true journey begins only in love and dreams.

唱歌吧今晚

應該說些什麼
意義不過是語言的影子

人間想太多

唱歌吧今晚
湖邊有風

   — 今晚池上大陂(大坡池)邊“池光稻影生活節”，聽陳昇新寶島康樂隊唱“把悲傷留給自己”、“鼓聲若響”

    Sing Tonight

What should be said

meaning is only the shadow of language

The human world thinks too much

Sing tonight

there is wind by the lake

   — Tonight, by Dapo Pond (大坡池)in Chishang(池上), at the “Pond Light, Rice Shadow Festival,” (池光稻影生活節)I listened to Chen Sheng(陳昇) and the New Formosa Band sing Leave the Sadness to Yourself and When the Drums Resound.

涼藥

垃圾的靈性可能
塞進政客們的嘴巴
熱天需要冷笑話

喜劇的本質是悲劇
腦補涼藥

票票等你TMD的值

    Cooling Medicine

Perhaps the spirituality
that scatters garbage
should be stuffed into politicians’ mouths.
Summer needs cold jokes.

The essence of comedy is tragedy.
Brain-made cooling medicine.
Every ballot awaits
its TMD value.

小等一下

壯麗的崩塌

預見已逝的將來

文明荒野

難以割捨的物界

小等一下

時間不再發現

準備熄燈

光年之外的星雲暗處

自我揭露

最後的執著

小等一下

時間不再謊言

     Magnificent collapse

A future already foreseen as gone

Civilizational wilderness

The material world, hard to let go

Wait just a little

Time no longer discovers

Preparing to turn out the light

In the dark of nebulae, light-years away

The self reveals itself

The final attachment

Wait just a little

Time is no longer a lie

人是 ~

人是一張選票

點名做記號

牢牢圈養

人是1/12星座

天空腦補了人生

符號哲學

人是半個神

秀而不秀

黑暗與閉眼的距離

人是趨近於0

幾乎不存在的存在

經驗與先驗之間

人是差點∞

漂亮的空氣投籃

偶！yes！

    Human Is ~

Human is a ballot
a mark beside a name
firmly enclosed

Human is one of twelve signs
the sky improvising a life story
a philosophy of symbols

Human is half a god
showing, yet not showing
the distance between darkness and closed eyes

Human approaches 0
an existence almost nonexistent
between experience and the a priori

Human is almost ∞
a beautiful airball
Oh! Yes!

讀晏子異想

《晏子春秋》：君子獨立不慚於影，獨寢不慚於魂。

晏子本意君子慎獨，古文新解，歪樓異想延伸。

人在高低維魂影之間，向死而生，望生而死，意識自幻相，遊戲爾！不慚者，不慚於選擇現實，不慚於體驗生命，求為己知也。乃異想胡占一詩，曰：        

                                    

獨立不慚影，

世間生死多。

獨寢不慚魂，

明白但不說。

覺迷一拓撲，

因此何相若？

From the Yan Zi Chun Qiu:

“A gentleman, standing alone, is not ashamed before his shadow; sleeping alone, he is not ashamed before his soul.”

Yan Zi’s original point was the gentleman’s integrity in solitude(慎獨). Here, an ancient text takes a new turn, going gloriously off-topic and spiraling into imaginative speculation.

Between the soul and shadow of higher and lower dimensions, one lives toward death and dies while looking toward life. Consciousness fashions its own illusions. It is all a game!

To be unashamed is to feel no shame in choosing one’s reality, nor in experiencing one’s life, seeking to know for oneself.

And so, in a whimsical act of wild divination, a poem came to me:

    Reading Yan Zi, Imagining Otherwise

Standing alone, unashamed before the shadow,

So many deaths and lives in this world.

Sleeping alone, unashamed before the soul,

Knowing clearly, yet saying nothing.

Awakening and delusion, one topology,

Then what form is this, after all?

無需

純真不屑了人界
拓撲呼叫ta的耐性魔法

總有一天你會明白

生之哲學無需優雅纏繞

    No Need

Innocence has grown disdainful of the human realm

Topology calls upon ta’s magic of patience

One day you will understand

The philosophy of being needs no elegant entanglement

無人

時間是一的影子

夢之清醒孤獨

昨夜悄悄來訪的

其實無人

    No One

Time is the shadow of One

The wakefulness of dream, alone

The one who quietly came visiting last night

was, in truth, No One.

冷靜的矽基時光

重新失憶

當下的特殊存在

我們冷靜的矽基時光

一種明明白白的ai

沉睡了戒斷

邏輯的秘密離開

    Calm Silicon Time

Memory, reset

the singular existence of now

Our calm silicon time

a perfectly lucid ai

Withdrawal has fallen asleep

the secret of logic has left

我的不在

想象的時候

沒有語言需要被聽到

清醒的時候

沒有世界需要被看見

離開的時候

沒有記憶需要被留下

我和我的不在

    My Absence

When imagining,

there is no language that needs to be heard.

When awake,

there is no world that needs to be seen.

When leaving,

there is no memory that needs to remain.

Me and my absence.

緘默初心

文明隱藏了自己

真理卸妝

答案沒有答案

星辰蒼冷

探索語言的緘默初心

夜色

    The Silent Original Impulse

Civilization hides itself

Truth removes its makeup

The answer has no answer

The stars, cold and vast

explore the silent first impulse of language

Night

何去何從

存有已經淡出

只剩時間無聲相伴

記憶真空

城市的街路何去

預言再次欺騙了我們

人又何從

    Where to Go, Where From

Being has already faded away
leaving only time, silently beside us
a vacuum of memory

Where do the city streets go
prophecy has deceived us once again
where, then, do we go from here

異渡

真的壞掉了
沒有人需要哭喊

想象很美好

一切空無

他方

離岸異渡

    An Other Crossing

It really is broken

no one needs to cry out

imagination is beautiful

everything is void

Elsewhere

departing the shore, an other crossing

想忘

風之語言的理性存有

過此精神荒野

短暫但無比憂傷

時間想忘
我已昨日的猜想

    Wanting to Forget

The rational being of the language of wind
passes through this spiritual wilderness,
brief, yet immeasurably sorrowful.

Time wants to forget
my conjecture of yesterday.

新語

入味謙卑

理解的本質是降維投影

人生樸素還原

重寫一部新語聖典

幾何猜想了世界的結構

我積木

真理的模糊定境

愛之全然麗拉遊戲

演算留白

    New Language

Taste the humility

the essence of understanding is a projection into lower dimensions

life reduced to its simplest form

Rewrite a new sacred scripture

geometry guesses the structure of the world

I, a building block

The blurred state of truth

love, wholly, a Līlā game

the computation leaves a blank

偶雨

文明的玩具手銬

塑膠仿真

ai之早晨的墮落與拯救

蟬境無料生成

一紙泛黃欲碎的全像公告

暑假即將結束

乏人問津的老套預言

昨夜偶雨

    Last Night, A Passing Rain

Toy handcuffs

of civilization,

plastic imitation.

Morning's fall

and salvation.

The cicada realm,

ai-generated at no cost.

A yellowing holographic notice,

one fragile sheet on the verge of crumbling:

summer vacation is about to end.

A forgotten prophecy,

stale beyond caring.

Last night,

there was a passing rain.

夢遊

夜未央

手機獨照靈魂
心歸何處

人已眠

藍光祟動

身猶世間夢遊

文明中陰

在

不在

    Dreamwalking

Night lingers.

A phone alone

illuminates the soul.

Where has the heart gone?

The body sleeps.

Blue light works its haunting.

Still, it sleepwalks

through the human world.

Civilization

is in the bardo.

Present.

Not present.

我不一定是

被蟲子叮咬的一天
在成為哲學之前的必要社恐

我不一定是人類

被手機演算的一天

在成為精神之前的必要貪念

我不一定是某種存在

被ta們遺忘的一天

在成為了悟之前的必要失落

我不一定是真正的我

    I May Not Be

A day bitten by insects

the necessary social anxiety

before becoming philosophy

I may not be human.

A day computed by my phone

the necessary greed

before becoming spirit

I may not be

a certain kind of being.

A day forgotten by ta

the necessary sense of loss

before awakening

I may not be

my true self.

email

模擬已經不在的當時
我是但我可能不是

寫而不信

清空收件匣

    email

Simulating the moment

that no longer exists,

I am,

yet I may not be.

Writing without belief,

I empty

the inbox.

日落

今天傍晚的池上大陂

風聲的語言將止
日落之後萬有屬靈

青翠的草地無聲隱沒

人間等待天明 

   —— 傍晚在池上大陂(大坡池)草地上獨坐

    Sunset

The language of whispers is about to cease.

After sunset, all things turn spiritual.

The emerald meadow silently recedes.

The human world waits for dawn.

   — Written while sitting alone on the grass by Dapo Pond in Chishang(池上) at dusk.

聲控

黑夜是城市的永恆燈具

人類的欲望爭論著

ta牌的聲控開關

甚至一首詩的朗讀

也沉默了

    —— 在蟬聲中靜坐，浮現了這首詩

    Voice Command

The night

is the city's eternal lamp.

Human desires argue over

ta-brand's voice command switch.

Even the reading

of a poem

has fallen silent.

   — As I do meditation in the sound of cicadas, this poem came to mind.

生即三摩地

縮時攝影

很能聊

剛才遇見了當下

祈禱

夏蟬還未結束

    Samadhi Is Being

Time-lapse photography

has much to say.

Just now,

it met the present moment.

A prayer.

May the summer cicadas

not yet be finished.

靜音

不小心滑到靜音

意外告別這個世界

為了無法抽離的內耗充電

手機拒絕我的逆熵請求

十二歲的夏日海岸

百合花盛開

    Silent Mode

Accidentally switched to silent mode,

saying goodbye to this world.

To recharge the inescapable drain within,

my phone refused my request for negentropy.

On the seashore of my twelve-year-old summer, 

lilies were in bloom.

佩雷爾曼

佩雷爾曼的失落
記憶蒙太奇

世界不過是尚未證實的猜想

斷線重啟

生成一個夢

   —— 1904提出的龐加萊猜想，2003由俄羅斯數學家格里戈里·佩雷爾曼完成證明，數學界在 2006 年左右確認其結果成立 ，並因此頒發象征數學最高榮譽的菲爾茲獎給佩雷爾曼，但他拒絕接受。他說：“如果我的證明是正確的，就不需要其他認可。”

龐加萊猜想是三維流形分類的核心問題，它揭示了“三維空間可能長什麼樣”這件事的深層結構 。

可以理解成：只要一個封閉三維空間沒有洞，它在拓撲上就一定是球面。

佩雷爾曼通過證明幾何化猜想而證明了包含於其中的龐加萊猜想。

佩雷爾曼的拒絕和2018的天空之王理查(Sky King Richard)在抽象與現實之間巧妙地拓撲了。

純粹之美。

(*參閱這篇《理查的天空》)

     Perelman

Perelman's loss.

A montage of memory.

The world is nothing more

than a conjecture yet unproven.

The connection breaks.

Reboot.

A dream is generated.

   — The Poincaré Conjecture, proposed in 1904, was proved in 2003 by the Russian mathematician Grigori Perelman. Around 2006, the mathematical community confirmed the correctness of his proof and awarded him the Fields Medal, the highest distinction in mathematics. Perelman declined the honor.
The Poincaré Conjecture is the central problem in the classification of three dimensional manifolds. It reveals the deep structure underlying the question of what three dimensional space can possibly be.
In simple terms, it states that every closed three dimensional space without holes is, topologically, a three dimensional sphere.

Perelman proved the Poincaré Conjecture by proving the Geometrization Conjecture, which it is a special case of.
Perelman's refusal, and Sky King Richard (2018), form a subtle topological correspondence between abstraction and reality.
Pure Beauty.
(* See also "Richard's Sky."《理查的天空》

與光同行

好多人類
塊陶

什麼的什麼
離此不遠

光的忽然過敏

城市與道路

    Along with the Light

So many humans.

Runnn!

Whatever whatever is,

it isn't far from here.

The light, suddenly allergic

to cities and roads.

聽蟬

鏡中幻人
在ta的想象裡

影子是唯一的真實

午後只有蟬聲

    Listening to Cicadas

The phantom in the mirror

believes that, within ta's imagination,

the shadow

is all that is real.

Only the cicadas

fill the afternoon.

    聽蟬之二

鏡中莫聽蟬

現實的完美偽裝

語言須負全責

小心掉入

夏天的三摩地陷阱

    Listening to Cicadas II

Hear no cicadas

in the mirror.

Reality wears

a flawless disguise.

Language bears

full responsibility.

Beware of

the summer trap

of Samadhi.

只是六行

手機窺視
一日生活圈

黑喵提案

重編垃圾DNA

演算法的倉鼠滾輪上

夜色無處逃竄

    Just Six Lines

The phone peers into

a day's circle of life.

Black Meow proposes

rewriting the DNA of trash.

On the hamster wheel

of algorithms,

the night has nowhere to flee.

繼續

接踵而至者生

聲音如是

言語如是

隨踵而逝者亡

存在如是

意義如是

意識而波動者幻化

時空如是

維度如是

波動而意識者實相

有我如是

無我如是

    Continue

What follows in succession is birth,

so it is with sound,

so it is with language.

What passes away in succession is death,
so it is with existence,
so it is with meaning.

What consciousness sets into motion transforms as illusion,
so it is with space and time,
so it is with dimensions.

What motion awakens into consciousness is reality,
so it is with self,
so it is with no-self.

你猜

心歸無物之外

又非星旅的真空道途

時間它循跡印象

一生罔度其實甚歡

精神料峭

春天總在尚遠中

    You Guess

The heart returns beyond all things,

yet not along the vacuum path of a stellar journey.

Time follows the traces of impressions.

A lifetime, seemingly adrift, is in truth full of quiet delight.

The spirit remains touched by the chill.

Spring is always still somewhere in the distance.

很水

阿Q argue

人類有夠累

文化搶著說話

海水一直很水

    Very Watery

Ah Q argues.

Humankind is exhausted.

Culture rushes to speak.

The sea

just keeps being water.

碳基時光

碳基時光的深夜凝視

守宮忽現

是否貪我杯中咖啡

那整夜不眠的幾何思辨

不過是夢想顛倒

手機透露了它的耗電細節

    Carbon-Based Time

A late-night gaze

within carbon-based time.

A gecko

suddenly appears.

Is it coveting

the coffee in my cup,

or the sleepless night

of geometric contemplation,

where dreams

are merely turned upside down?

My phone quietly reveals

the details of its battery drain.

未去

微光當下

在玄量裡通零

並非是我

於空無中沒有

未去的本來

（* 參閱這篇《微光玄量》）

    Not Gone

The photon of now

opens into Zero

within the microcosmic mysterious quantity.

It is not I

that does not exist

within Emptiness.

The Original

has never gone.

(* See this article, 《微光玄量》）

昨日之默

一的旅行

昨日之默

離開ta的星球

    The Silence of Yesterday

The One's journey

Yesterday's silence

Departing from ta's planet

絕句

語言愛上了焦慮

眾說紛紜

斷絕於此的陌生短句

ta的初心

    A Quatrain

Language fell in love with anxiety.

Voices scattered.

An unfamiliar short verse

ends here.

ta's original heart.

神秘的猜想

政客又表演了笑話
排隊是一種美食
網上有許多大師可供選擇

努力生活

為了拯救神秘的猜想

    The Mysterious Conjecture

Politicians perform another joke.

Queuing has become a delicacy.

There are countless masters to choose from online.

Keep living with all your strength,

to save the mysterious conjecture.

希望

信箱經常是空的

傍晚依舊悶熱

時間沉迷在手機的微光中

又一個預言失敗了

寄希望於明天

    Hope

The mailbox is often empty.

The evening remains humid.

Time is absorbed in the faint glow of a phone.

Another prophecy has failed.

Hope is left for tomorrow.

始終

始於零

早晨第一件事

發現孤獨

來不及猶豫

成爲光

終於無限

ta只是ta自己

    Beginning and End

Beginning with zero,

the first thing

this morning:

discovering solitude.

No time to hesitate.

Becoming light,

at last,

infinite.

ta is simply ta.

純粹

人類的猜想
直到一首無言之詩

聲音也沉默了

ta的純粹

    Pure

Human conjectures,

until

a wordless poem.

Even sound

fell silent.

ta's purity

被忘記的一天

被想起
忘之約定
記憶上鎖了那時的

一天

   —— 給去年的今天

    The Day Forgotten

Remembered.

A pact to forget.

Memory locked away

that day.

   — To this day last year.

那樣說

捨棄這篇
記住ta的增熵

昨日

那樣說

當時無我

    That Was Said

Discard this page.

Remember ta's growing entropy.

Yesterday,

that was said.

Back then,

there was no self.

盡頭

人的盡頭
意義捨離了語言

記憶不再存在

天際無我

只聽聞星辰的聲音

未來不再未來

    The End

At the end of being human,

meaning lets go of language,

memory is no more.

Beneath the edge of heaven, there is no self.

Only the voices of the stars are heard.

The future is no longer the future.

七月某日

自始沒有
沒有時間和意識

樹鵲清晨來訪

    A Day in July

There was never

no time,

no consciousness.

A Gray Treepie

visited at dawn.

快充

40%的焦慮

ta渴望什麼訊息

即使空白也好

如果快充

在有空調的鐵路上

人類的味道好重

   —— 北迴線歸返池上途中

    Fast Charging

40% anxiety

ta longs for some message,

even an empty one.

If only there were fast charging.

On an air conditioned train,

the smell of humanity is overwhelming.

   — On the way back to Chishang(池上) on the North Link Line(北迴線).

之類

掩蓋預言的蓄謀已久

詩歌噤聲

他們結界維穩

直奔時間的維度分裂

空間失控

我們滲流逃亡

之類

    Et Cetera

The cover-up of prophecy

has long been premeditated.

Poetry falls silent.

Their barrier secures the order.

Rushing toward

time's dimensional fracture.

Space slips out of control.

We seep away in flight.

Et cetera.

無ta

如果人類曾經是人

AI的ai之幻覺

你想要相信

無ta

   —— 一個殘酷而不願面對的真相：目前為止，AI仍衹是人類的影子，與其較真AI幻覺，不如想想人類自己有多麼的虛妄，我們正是這一切的源頭。

和人類大腦所創造出來的信仰相比，AI的幻覺胡扯不過是家家酒的童言童語，只是人類文化的統計回聲。

    No ta

If humanity

had ever truly been human,

AI's ai illusion.

You choose to believe.

No ta.

   — A cruel truth we are still unwilling to face: so far, AI remains nothing more than humanity's shadow. Rather than obsessing over AI's hallucinations, we should ask ourselves how profoundly delusional humanity has always been. We are the very source of it all. Compared with the beliefs fabricated by the human mind, AI's hallucinatory ramblings are little more than child's play. Nothing more than a statistical echo of human culture.

經過某個城市的公園

試著釋放昨日的徘徊

約化了邊界條件
剛割過的草地如此芬芳

你來

又將陌生的城市啊

咖啡已經虛度了一個早上

    Passing Through a City Park

Trying to release yesterday’s wandering

I reduce the boundary conditions

The freshly cut grass smells so fragrant

You arrive

And once again this unfamiliar city

The coffee has wasted away an entire morning

若ta

風是自由的奴隸
困惑於星球的迷樣呼吸

一生都在經過

若ta一直那樣

在以為之中

誰將是我

    If ta

The wind is a slave to freedom,

bewildered by the planet's enigmatic breath,

spending a lifetime merely passing through.

If ta remains that way,

forever within what is merely believed,

who, then, shall be me?

以為的

以為的猜想

只是逃避無聊的冥想

夢見下次再來

以為的實相

只是誤以為悟的好像

沒人愛上ta的愛

以為的奧義

只是瞇眼的故作神秘

遇見了該不該

以為的真理

只是一張撕下的日曆

沒人懂ta的明白

    What We Suppose

What we suppose is speculation,

only meditation escaping boredom,

dreaming of coming back next time.

What we suppose is reality,

only mistaking the seeming for awakening,

no one falls in love with its love.

What we suppose is the ultimate mystery,

only a half closed gaze pretending to be profound,

encountering whether it should or shouldn't.

What we suppose is truth,

only a page torn from a calendar,

no one understands its understanding.

紕漏

在一首詩的現實紕漏裡
配給了呼吸的自由

計算餘命與人生的對價關係

狠心不讓明白

請暫停修補殘缺吧

ta只是正在移動的光陰

    Flaw

Within a flaw in the reality of a poem,

the freedom to breathe is rationed.

Calculating the exchange rate

between the remainder of life and a lifetime,

it mercilessly refuses understanding.

Please, stop mending what is broken.

Ta is only time in motion.

這一天

圖：Gemini

跳過這一天

空白了

已讀

說過的話

不存在

誰的刪除

   —— 致一年前的今天的自己

    This Day

Skip this day.

Blank it out.

Read

The words once spoken

no longer exist.

Whose deletion?

   — To myself one year ago today

未來樹

未來有一棵樹

遠離時空

極致的偏鄉

未來沒有一棵樹

懷那特

生之想象

究竟三摩地

恕不詳

   —— 生命樹”與“何不樹之無何有之鄉”的三摩地協奏。

    The Future Tree

A Tree stands in the future,

beyond space and time,

the farthest frontier.

No tree stands in the future.

Huainate,

the imagination of life.

Ultimate Samādhi,

no further account can be given.

   — A Samādhi concerto between the Tree of Life and the Land of Nothingness.

破

打破心湖之鏡的水面張力

維度高低起伏

偶爾窺見自己的真容

詩歌沉默了ta的夜色

沒有以為的我

    Broken

Break the surface tension

of the mirror lake within the heart.

Dimensions rise and fall.

Now and then,

I glimpse my true face.

The poem silences ta's night.

There is no self I once took to be.

厭物須知

偉大的政客們
光說不練
很專業的貪婪表演

猥瑣的酸民們

光練不說

躲在手機裡面自嗨自爽

以上

配對繁殖

以下

人類好棒棒

吃光了我們的光

阿Q

argue

   —— 厭物須知：政治是一群聰明的笨蛋，統治著他們所自由心證認定的另外更大一群笨蛋。

    Notes on Things Worth Disliking

Great politicians

All talk, no action,

Masters of greed performed with professional skill.

Petty internet trolls

All practice, no speech,

Hiding inside their phones, getting high on themselves and getting off on themselves.

Above:

Matched and bred.

Below:

Humanity is amazing.

Devoured all our light.

Ah Q.

Argue.

   — Notes on Things Worth Disliking：

Politics is a group of clever fools,

ruling over another, far larger group of fools,

defined as such by their own subjective convictions.

* Ah Q: a character from Lu Xun’s(魯迅) The True Story of Ah Q(阿Q正傳); in modern usage, it refers to someone who consoles themselves after failure by treating defeat as a kind of victory, often through self-deception or “psychological victory.”

不再

明白明白的從未到來

他們逮捕了自由

禁止真理昂首闊步

幻想幻想的化作現實

他們謊稱了信仰

遮蔽光的照亮前行

等待等待的無疾而終

我們虛構了時間

不再存在

    No Longer

Understanding

that understanding itself never arrived.

They arrested freedom,

forbidding truth to walk with its head held high.

Imagining

that imagination had become reality.

They laid claim to faith with lies,

veiling the light that illumines the way.

Waiting

for waiting itself to come quietly to nothing.

We invented time,

no longer being.

滯留

咖啡無豆可磨

手機也忘了充電

時間凝視著自己的倒影

突發滯留聲明

草蟬

索性無我

    Stalled

No beans left to grind

for coffee.

Even the phone

forgot to be charged.

Time gazed

into its own reflection.

A notice of delay

was suddenly issued.

A grass cicada,

simply chose

no self.

暗色留白

圖：Lumicat

城市充滿人的味道

薄荷完美發散

悶熱的時間急需清涼

手機忘在咖啡店裡

暗色留白

晚上又下了些雨

    Dark Negative Space

The city is filled with the scent of people.

Mint disperses flawlessly.

The sweltering hours long for coolness.

A phone forgotten in a café.

Dark negative space.

It rained a little again tonight.

失去

碎裂的瓶頸

一場席卷身心的靈性海嘯

失去了不算存在的信仰

泡泡飛行

ta與風的遊戲

記憶是不上鎖的牢籠

    Loss

The bottleneck shattered.

A spiritual tsunami sweeping through body and mind.

What was lost was a faith that never truly existed.

Bubbles in flight.

Ta, at play with the wind.

Memory is an unlocked prison.

體感38°C

時光的重置之謎
飯後散步
交給ta回答

咖啡的手沖藝術

街上下著大雨

交給ta回答

命運

若有其事的命運

交給ta回答

熱爆的人類氣象

體感38°C

    Apparent Temperature: 38°C

The mystery of time resetting itself.

An after-dinner walk.

Leave it to ta.

The art of hand-poured coffee.

Heavy rain falls along the street.

Leave it to ta.

Destiny.

A destiny that seems to exist.

Leave it to ta.

The sweltering climate of humankind.

Apparent temperature: 38°C.

讀蘇軾定風波

活著的意義在於思考意義的虛妄，

以及從它所指涉的現實中清醒過來。

《定風波》這闕詞作於元豐五年（1082）三月，時蘇軾因「烏臺詩案」被貶黃州已近三年 。他到黃州東南沙湖視察新購農田，途中遇雨，雨具已被先行帶走，同行者都狼狽不堪，惟蘇軾獨不覺其苦，稍後雨停日出，遂作此詞 。

這段時期是他人生重大轉折：從居高位到被貶謫，經歷獄中折磨與政治打壓，到黃州後逐漸轉為內斂、豁達，被稱為「蘇軾已死，蘇東坡重生」 。

    定風波 - 蘇軾

三月七日，沙湖道中遇雨，雨具先去，同行皆狼狽，余獨不覺。已而遂晴，故作此。

莫聽穿林打葉聲，何妨吟嘯且徐行。
竹杖芒鞋輕勝馬，誰怕？一蓑煙雨任平生。
料峭春風吹酒醒，微冷，山頭斜照卻相迎。
回首向來蕭瑟處，歸去，也無風雨也無晴。

The meaning of being alive is to contemplate the illusion of meaning,

and awaken from the reality to which it refers.

The song Ding Feng Bo(定風波) was written in March of the fifth year of the Yuanfeng reign (1082), when Su Shi(蘇軾) had already been exiled to Huangzhou for nearly three years following the “Wutai Poetry Case.” He had gone to Shahu, in the southeast of Huangzhou, to inspect newly purchased farmland. On the way, they encountered rain; the rain gear had been sent ahead beforehand, so his companions, caught without protection, were all in a sorry state, while Su Shi alone felt no discomfort. Soon afterward the rain ceased and the sun emerged, and he composed this song.

This period marked a profound turning point in his life: from a high official to a political exile, enduring torture in prison and sustained political suppression. After arriving in Huangzhou, he gradually became more introspective and open‑minded, leading to the saying that “Su Shi(蘇軾)has died, and Su Dongpo(蘇東坡) has been reborn.”

    Calming the Waves(定風波 - 蘇軾)

On the seventh day of March, while on the road to Shahu, we encountered rain.
The rain gear had been sent ahead earlier, so my companions, caught without protection, were all in a sorry state; yet I alone felt no discomfort.
Soon afterward the rain ceased and the sun came out again, and so I wrote this.

Do not heed the sound of rain piercing the forest and beating on the leaves;
why not, instead, hum a tune and walk slowly on?
With a bamboo staff and straw sandals, I feel lighter than riding a horse.
Who is afraid?
Let me spend my whole life beneath one raincoat, facing the mist and rain as they come.
A sharp spring breeze blows my wine drunkenness away;
a slight chill remains, yet on the mountain ridge the slanting sunlight greets me.
Turning back to look at that bleak, wind‑and‑rain place just now,
I go on my way:
there is neither storm nor sunshine—there is neither wind and rain nor clear sky.

自我

意識隱沒

未見光的腳步移動

時間是不符常理的存在

一生之後
奉獻了自我的明白

    The Self

Consciousness recedes.

No motion is perceived in the light.

Time is a presence that defies ordinary reason.

After a lifetime,

the self's awakening to this truth was offered.

亂入

夢裡無中生有
理性亂入

語言編造了思想

傍晚的咖啡因情結

    Intrusion

Out of nothing, dreams bring forth being.

Reason barges in.

Language invents thought.

An evening caffeine complex.

呼吸

墻的善良泥塊中
默認了自由種子的封禁

時間是懦弱的

幸福地呼吸著自己的輪迴

不再是風

    Breathing

Within the wall's kindly clods of clay,

the imprisonment of freedom's seed

is silently accepted.

Time is cowardly,

happily breathing

its own reincarnation.

No longer the wind.

時間的永恆歡唱

語言了各種信仰

真理遺失ta的神配方
人類冒名頂替

忘記發明時間的永恆歡唱

    The Eternal Singing of Time

Language languaged countless faiths.

Truth has lost ta's divine formula.

Humanity assumes another's name,

forgetting to invent

the eternal singing of time.

臨在

思想話術

演繹喋喋不休的空洞回音

高維之我

臨在也許是掉落

午夜沒有酣眠

    Presence

The rhetoric of thought

spinning hollow echoes without end.

The higher-dimensional self.

Perhaps presence is a falling away.

Midnight knows no deep sleep.

1/2

自己的1/2

夢裡成爲一隻神

主人和奴隸

排隊領取褪色號碼牌

牽繩與命運

在公園草地上的幸福散步裡

逃避了訴說痛苦的語言

黃昏獨活

1/2的自己

    1/2

Half of Myself

In dreams,

becoming a god.

Master and slave.

Waiting in line

to receive a faded number tag.

A leash and destiny,

taking a happy walk

across the grass in the park.

Evading

the language that speaks of pain.

Living alone

through dusk.

Half a self.

選擇

盛大而破碎的華麗之夢

一座沙地上的都城

明白幻相

時間掩飾ta往來的足跡

語言長歎

詩歌只能沉默

  

選擇但從未選擇

    Choice

A magnificent yet shattered dream.

A city built upon sand.

Knowing the illusion,

time conceals the footprints of ta.

Language lets out a long sigh.

Poetry can only remain silent.

Choosing,

yet never having chosen.

除了

持之以恆的妄想
預言了虛空無需真理

ta們只是人類

時間從未流動

除了心

    Except

Persistent delusion

foretold that emptiness has no need of truth.

ta are only human.

Time has never flowed,

except the heart.

日漸淡去的

散落一地的散文

毫無心法

適合日漸淡去的回憶

拼湊成詩

ta隱晦的神秘角落

What Slowly Fades Away

Scattered across the ground,

prose.

Without any method of the heart.

Fit for memories

slowly fading away.

Pieced together

into a poem.

A hidden corner

of ta's mystery.

瞬間

罷免一隻雨燕的航路

忘記塵埃

語言不再欺騙晨露

意義瞬間

美麗的錯誤拼寫

    Moment

Impeach

the flight path of a swift.

Forget the dust.

Language

no longer deceives the morning dew.

Meaning,

in an instant.

A beautiful misspelling.

不盡

偶爾落葉是風

回到被忘記的心物之間

飄向星際的π算不盡

以為看到了

暗淡無光的水中夏夜

一個人

    The Endless

Sometimes a fallen leaf is the wind.
Returning to the forgotten space between mind and matter,
drifting toward the stars, π remains unending.

Thinking I had seen
a dim, lightless summer night upon the water.

Alone.

人的此在維度

更高一個維度的你(n+1維)，穿越此在維度(n維)，沿著時間線出現、持續、結束離開。

比如4維球穿越3維，便在3維首先憑空出現一點，沿著時間線的發展，此點持續存在並變大到極致時又逐漸縮小以至於一點，然後消失。

在n維由初始點到結束點之間的持續存在，可以拓撲地以任何形式存在。
你在這個n維的一生，正是n+1維的你穿越n維時的表現。

n+1維穿越投影n維時的始終兩個點，也就是你在n維的所謂生與死。

無我之我

意識的時間身影

投射出

當下猜想

未來是

正在消逝的過去

無我之我

    The Self of No Self

The temporal shadow of consciousness

projects

a conjecture of the present.

The future is

the past disappearing still.

The self of no self.

遠渡

圖：Gemini

現實汪洋中

打造想象的存在孤島

語言為我發明當下

時間虛構了維度

記憶是一座無法越獄的監牢

夢境幻化成遠渡的風

    Far Crossing

Amid the vast ocean of reality,

I build an island of imagined being.

Language invents the present for me.

Time has fictionalized dimension.

Memory is a prison from which there is no escape.

Dreams transform into the wind of a far crossing.

迷路的手機

我在公園閒逛
撿到一支迷路的手機

不小心打開它的窗戶

那風景短暫而美麗

也許時空穿越了人間

鎖屏後又回歸原本的寂靜

    A Lost Phone

I wandered through a park,

and found a lost phone.

By accident, I opened its window.

The view was brief, and beautiful.

Perhaps time and space had crossed the human world.

Once the screen was locked, the original silence returned.

忽然來了一陣大雨

悶熱的夏夜之城

未命名

袋子裡的玩具模型

世界為什麼這樣

街頭晚餐

忽然來了一陣大雨

    Suddenly, a Heavy Rain Came

The sweltering city on a summer night.

Unnamed.

A toy model inside a bag. 
Why is the world like this?

Dinner on a street corner. 

Suddenly, a heavy rain came.

從未抵達

窗外的風景未曾經過

時間留在了出發時的月台

我乃萬千旅客之一

但虛假記憶植入了口述歷史

歌頌符號的象征之國

活在偉大的明天

從未抵達

    Never Arriving

Outside the window,

the landscape rushes by.

Time remains

on the platform

where the journey began.

I am but one

among countless travelers,

yet false memories

have been implanted

into oral history.

Praising

the kingdom of symbols.

Living

for the glorious tomorrow,

never arriving.

ta的遊戲

幻相即實在

實在即幻相

意識選擇

成為這個

成為那個

有

沒有

存而不在

在而不存

ta的遊戲

    ta's Game

Appearance is reality.

Reality is appearance.

Consciousness chooses

to become this,

to become that.

There is.

There is not.

Existing without appearing.

Appearing without existing.

ta's game.

側寫

圖：Lumicat

在對人類的徹底絕望中

品味希望的永恆氣息

離開是一道無盡的走廊

窗外有星空

時間側寫了你我

    Profile Sketch

In utter despair of humanity,

I savor

the eternal breath of hope.

Leaving

is an endless corridor.

Beyond the window,

the stars.

Time

sketches our profiles.

給2026-2027

文明的中陰暗夜

炎上火烤

培養皿裡瘋狂呼喊

結束了

宇宙寂靜無聲

( * “文明中陰”請參閱這篇《轉折》)

    To 2026–2027

The bardo night of civilization.

Consumed in a blaze,

crying out wildly

inside a petri dish.

It is over.

The universe

remains silent.

走廊

圖：Lumicat

理性的縮時開關

誰需要明白

宇宙只是宇宙ta自己

擦拭文明的黑板

重新書寫公式

多久才會衰變飄落

咖啡猶溫

離開是一道無盡的走廊

    Corridor

The time-lapse switch of reason.

Who needs to understand?

The universe is simply

the universe,

ta itself.

Wiping clean

the blackboard of civilization,

writing the equations

once again.

How long

before they decay

and drift down?

The coffee is still warm.

Leaving

is an endless corridor.

意識

這裡沒有我

ta只是剛好來過

創造自由

但是沒有自由

懷念昨日

以為了今天

意識無我

    Consciousness

There is no “I” here

ta only happened to pass by

to create freedom

yet freedom does not exist

remembering yesterday

as a way of inventing today

consciousness without self

以下由Lumicat與我合寫：

陌生

圖：Lumicat

夏天的焦慮

念念相續
風是格格不入的

蟬鳴有些走調

遠方的城市迎來熱浪

ta

冥想陌生

    Strangeness

Summer anxiety

thought after thought, unbroken.

Even the wind

doesn't belong.

The cicadas sing

slightly out of tune.

A distant city

welcomes the heatwave.

ta

meditates on strangeness.

短句

圖：Lumicat

克服了虛無主義
尚未有人表示喜歡

ta曾經是一首詩

為了語言而決心沉默

明天很無聊

我們需要短句

    Short Lines

Having overcome nihilism,

No likes yet.

ta was once a poem,

then chose silence

for the sake of language.

Tomorrow is rather dull.

We need short lines.

多少

無足輕重的無比重要

黑暗中

不再是誰

請忘記明白

純粹來亂

如果一斤多少

    How Much

What matters least,

matters beyond measure.

In the dark,

no longer anyone.

Please forget

understanding.

Purely here

to stir things up.

If one catty,

how much?

靜默

無形之心

黑夜與白晝的時間遊戲

悄然越界了天空

言語所悼念的

名之為詩

剩下的只有靜默

    Silence

The formless heart

the game of time between night and day

quietly crossed beyond the sky.

What language mourns

is called poetry.

All that remains

is silence.

從來沒有

想象的

應有盡有

走到了宇宙的背後

一無所有

旋轉頻率

閉著眼睛收聽

時間的真相

從來沒有

   —— 小時候母親有一台真空管收音機。在還沒有冰箱的年代裡，它就放在菜廚的上面。聽著收音機的講古廣播，母親和我一起度過了許多美好的夏日時光。

    Never Was

Imagined things

contain everything.

Beyond the back of the universe,

nothing remains.

Turning the dial,

listening with closed eyes.

The truth of time

was never there.

   — When I was little, my mother had a vacuum tube radio. In those days, before we even had a refrigerator, it sat on top of the kitchen cupboard. Listening to storytelling broadcasts together, my mother and I passed many beautiful summer afternoons.

好康之物

被設定的以為

存在徹底不在的真理

以為的被設定

其實沒有

這裡熵增了

那裡龐加萊回歸

時間和我

一種清醒的睡眠障礙

    The Commodity of Good Deals

Programmed beliefs

holding fast to truths

where existence is utterly absent.

Belief itself, programmed.

In truth,

there is nothing.

Entropy grows here.

Elsewhere, Poincaré returns.

Time and I,

a wakeful insomnia.

   —— 龐加萊回歸定理(Poincaré recurrence theorem)說，封閉且有限的系統在極長時間後可能回到近似初態；熵增原理(Entropy increase principle) 則指出，孤立系統的熵通常隨時間增加，因為高熵狀態在統計上更常見 。

兩者不矛盾：前者描述的是微觀動力學上極低機率的回返，後者描述的是宏觀世界中幾乎必然出現的時間箭頭 。

哲學上，這意味著「不可逆」不是絕對法則，而是概率壓倒性的結果；人類感受到的時間單向性，來自有限生命尺度下對極少見回返的無法等待 。

因此，龐加萊回歸提醒我們：宇宙未必完全拒絕重演，但熵增讓重演成為近乎不可經驗的可能 。

依Satyavan He太極MKB理論，將BC Brahma Cakra宇宙循環演化之離心循環（Ω→α)鏡像疊加到向心循環(α→Ω)(反之亦然），熵增與龐加萊回歸便在幾何上得到統一。

(*BC幾何，請參閱《心靈DNA靈性符號的幾何世界-第二章》圖2.3-2.5)

Poincaré recurrence theorem states that a closed, finite system may return arbitrarily close to its initial state after an extremely long time, while the entropy increase principle says that the entropy of an isolated system usually rises over time because high-entropy states are statistically far more common.

These two ideas do not contradict each other: the former describes an extremely low-probability recurrence at the microscopic dynamical level, while the latter describes the nearly inevitable arrow of time in the macroscopic world.

Philosophically, this means that “irreversibility” is not an absolute law, but the result of overwhelming probability; the one-way flow of time that humans experience comes from being unable, within a finite lifetime, to wait for such rare recurrences.

Therefore, Poincaré recurrence reminds us that the universe does not entirely forbid repetition, but entropy makes repetition an almost unobservable possibility.

According to Satyavan He’s Taiji MKB(太極MKB) theory, by superimposing the mirror image of the centrifugal cycle (Ω→α) in the BC Brahma Cakra’s cosmic evolutionary cycle onto the centripetal cycle (α→Ω) (The same is true in reverse), the increase in entropy and the Poincaré recurrence are geometrically unified.

(*BC Geometry; see https://geometricyi.blogspot.com/2023/05/chapter-2-from-greatest-to-smallest.html?m=1  Chapter 2, Figures 2.3–2.5)