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The past is a totality that we understand. We have nostalgia towards
the past. Or, rather, the call of the past that is the nostalgia
befalls to us, because the past is total. Take, for example, a lover
of the past: we know every quarrel we have made with the no-more-
existing, we recall, with exactitude, every inch of his or her skin,
his or her breath in the morning before waking up, and the paths
that we have trodden together. The past is total: we have everything
in it. Every event that has been passed in the past is forever
engraven in the present perfect — yes, indeed, the past is perfect.
One hardly needs any effort, for a retrospection, to be immersed in
the warmth of the light that comes — or rather has been always coming –
from the past. It is so fascinating that one forgets his or her ethical
responsibility for his or her own being in the present, and his or her
terrified inability in the face of the Unknown, which is the future.

過去是完整的，我們瞭解那樣的完整。我們對過去有著一種愁。或者，換種方法來說，
愁是過去的呼喚，是那樣的呼喚落到了我們身上，因為過去是完全的。好比說，
過去的戀人：我們通曉和那此地已不在的每一場爭吵，而我們清楚地重新－叫喚出
戀人的每一吋肌膚，他或她早晨還未起床時的氣息，
以及我們所共同踏過的每一條小徑。
過去是完全的：在那之中，我們有一切。在過去所發生－渡過的事件，
永遠地以現在完成式的形式銘刻了下來－－是的，確實，過去是完成－完備的。
反思的時候，我們幾乎不用任何努力，便能沉浸在那光芒的溫度中－－來自過去，或者，
一直恆來自過去的光芒。如此迷人，讓人竟忘了他對他此刻存在的倫理責任，
更忘了他面對未來的未知時，因驚恐而無能為力的狀態。

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