#memory #the-order-of-time #Carlo Rovelli

I recall the memory of some time in the past, not to judge the right or wrong of what I did at that time, "Why did I do this" "Why didn't I do that" "If only I had been doing so, things should be much better... ". Rather, it is to quietly observe myself in that time and place, like a bystander. And I can do nothing but accept everything she did, because she is me, she constitutes that moment, and the next moment for me.

Memories construct temporal passages for me to particularly know a familiar and strange person, to connect her (fingers touching). However, I can only see myself with my own eyes, I can never feel any other person's feelings, no matter what space and time I am in. Things are made up of countless perspectives, can have an infinite versions of interpretations. I am in “particular”.

Memory, in its turn, is a collection of traces, an indirect product of the disordering of the world, of that small equation written earlier, delta S >=0, the one that tells us the state of the world was in a “particular” configuration in the past and therefore has left traces. —— Carlo Rovelli The order of Time P.112

I can only try to understand her, to take care of her, to defend her, to love her, to love the people who love her. The rest and else, is not so important.

我念起过去某个时间的记忆，并不是为了评判当时的我做事的对错，“我为什么要这样”“为什么不那样”“我要是怎么怎么样就好了”。而是静静的观察那个时空的自己，像一个旁人一样。但我必须接受她做的一切，因为她就是我，无论如何，她构成了这个时刻，和下一个时刻的我。

回忆为我构筑了时空通道，去particular地认识一个熟悉又陌生的人，去连接她（手指相触）。但，只能是以自己的眼睛看自己罢了，我永远无法感受任何别人的感受，不管在哪个空间都一样。因为一件事情，由无数个角度组成，能有无穷多解释。

我只能尽我所能的去了解她，去爱护她，去维护她，去爱她，去爱爱她的人。其他的，也没那么重要了。