The Dark Forest (Remembrance of Earth's Past #2)
Are you under the impression that the object of everyone elses love actually exists? Is that even a question? Sure. For the majority of people, what they love exists only in the imagination. The object of their love is not the man or woman of reality, but what he or she is like in their imagination. The person in reality is just a template used for the creation of this dream lover. Eventually, they find out the differences between their dream lover and the template. If they can get used to those differences, then they can be together. If not, they split up. Its as simple as that. You differ from the majority in one respect: You didnt need a template.
do you know what the greatest expression of regard for a race or civilization is? No, what? Annihilation. Thats the highest respect a civilization can receive. They would only feel threatened by a civilization they truly respect.
Earths suitability for human life was no coincidence, much less an effect of the anthropic principle, but rather was an outcome of the long-term interaction between the biosphere and the natural environment,
English, formerly the most widely used language, and Chinese, spoken by the largest population, had blended with each other without distinction to become the worlds most powerful language. Luo Ji learned later that the other languages of the world were undergoing the same fusion.
Fate lies within the light cone.
For the majority of people, what they love exists only in the imagination. The object of their love is not the man or woman of reality, but what he or she is like in their imagination. The person in reality is just a template used for the creation of this dream lover. Eventually, they find out the differences between their dream lover and the template. If they can get used to those differences, then they can be together. If not, they split up. Its as simple as that. You differ from the majority in one respect: You didnt need a template.
Growing up, his father had used silence rather than speech to educate him, and words were merely the punctuation between the silences.
He recalled a movie he had seen in his youth, in which the characters lived in a Rubiks Cube world made up of countless identical cubic rooms, each of which contained a different sort of death mechanism. They passed from one room to the next, endlessly.
If I destroy you, what business is it of yours?
In this forest, hell is other people. An eternal threat that any life that exposes its own existence will be swiftly wiped out. This is the picture of cosmic civilization. Its the explanation for the Fermi Paradox.
Its a wonder to be alive. If you dont understand that, how can you search for anything deeper?
Life needed smoothness, but it also needed direction. One could not always be returning to the point of origin.
Make time for civilization, for civilization won't make time.
My dad said that people who are sensitive to beauty are good by nature, and if theyre not good, then they cant appreciate beauty.
No,no.Don't say where we are!Once we know where we are,then the world becomes as narrow as a map.When we don't know,the world feels unlimited.
Perhaps the outside world really was something akin to a quantum state, and did not exist unless he observed it.
qualitative change is only produced by long-term quantitative accumulation.
Staying alive is not enough to guarantee survival. Development is the best way to ensure survival.
Ten thousand times the web could be destroyed, and ten thousand times the spider would rebuild it. There was neither annoyance nor despair, nor any delight, just as it had been for a billion years.
The cosmic sculptor had felt compelled to dot pupils onto the universe, yet had a tremendous terror of granting it sight. This balance of fear and desire resulted in the tininess of the stars against the hugeness of space, a declaration of caution above all. See how the stars are points? The factors of chaos and randomness in the complex makeups of every civilized society in the universe get filtered out by the distance, so those civilizations can act as reference points that are relatively easy to manipulate mathematically. But theres nothing concrete to study in your cosmic sociology, Dr. Ye. Surveys and experiments arent really possible. That means your ultimate result will be purely theoretical. Like Euclidean geometry, youll set up a few simple axioms at first, then derive an overall theoretic system using those axioms as a foundation. Its all fascinating, but what would the axioms of cosmic sociology be? First: Survival is the primary need of civilization. Second: Civilization continuously grows and expands, but the total matter in the universe remains constant. The
The nurse picked up one of the umbrellas, which must have been fairly heavy, because she had to carry it over her shoulder. Is it raining out? She shook her head. You think Im carrying an umbrella? she said, unfamiliar with the last word. If its not an umbrella, then what is it? Luo Ji pointed to the device on her shoulder, imagining that she would say some peculiar name for it. But she didnt. Its my bicycle, she said.
The past was like a handful of sand you thought you were squeezing tightly, but which had already run out through the cracks between your fingers.
The past was like a handful of sand you thought you were squeezing tightly, but which had already run out through the cracks between your fingers. Memory was a river that had run dry long ago, leaving only scattered gravel in a lifeless riverbed. He had lived life always looking out for the next thing, and whenever he had gained, he had also lost, leaving him with little in the end.
The stern of the ship faced the Solar System, where the sun was by now no more than a yellow star just a bit brighter than the rest. The peripheral spiral arm of the Milky Way lay in this direction, its stars sparse. The depth and expanse of deep space exhibited an arrogance that left no support for the mind or the eyes. Dark. Its so fucking dark, the captain murmured, and then shot himself.
The universe is a dark forest. Every civilization is an armed hunter stalking through the trees like a ghost, gently pushing aside branches that block the path and trying to tread without sound. Even breathing is done with care. The hunter has to be careful, because everywhere in the forest are stealthy hunters like him. If he finds other lifeanother hunter, an angel or a demon, a delicate infant or a tottering old man, a fairy or a demigodtheres only one thing he can do: open fire and eliminate them. In this forest, hell is other people. An eternal threat that any life that exposes its own existence will be swiftly wiped out. This is the picture of cosmic civilization. Its the explanation for the Fermi Paradox.
Those two axioms are solid enough from a sociological perspective but you rattled them off so quickly, like youd already worked them out, Luo Ji said, a little surprised. Ive been thinking about this for most of my life, but Ive never spoken about it with anyone before. I dont know why, really. One more thing: To derive a basic picture of cosmic sociology from these two axioms, you need two other important concepts: chains of suspicion, and the technological explosion. Interesting terms. Can you explain them? Ye Wenjie glanced at her watch. Theres no time. But youre clever enough to figure them out. Use those two axioms as a starting point for your discipline, and you might end up becoming the Euclid of cosmic sociology. Im no Euclid. But Ill remember what you said and give it a whirl. I might come to you for guidance, though. Im afraid there wont be that opportunity. In that case, you might as well just forget I said anything. Either way, Ive fulfilled my duty. Well, Xiao Luo, Ive got to go. Take care, Professor. Ye Wenjie went off through the twilight to her final meet-up. The
Time is the one thing that cant be stopped. Like a sharp blade, it silently cuts through hard and soft, constantly advancing. Nothing is capable of jolting it even the slightest bit, but it changes everything.
Time is the one thing that cant be stopped. Like a sharp blade, it silently cuts through hard and soft, constantly advancing. Nothing is capable of jolting it even the slightest bit, but it changes everything. The
Without the fear of heights, there can be no appreciation for the beauty of high places.
You know how the joke goes: On the way to the execution ground, a condemned criminal complained that it was going to rain, and the executioner said, What have you got to worry about? Were the ones whove got to go back through it!