2025 0110 清晨：讀黃武雄《拎著》(詩)(......石壁上刻著你的字句 我會回來 當人們不再相互憎恨.....) ，數學家兼哲學家羅素寫於1931聖誕節 的 "Christmas at see "一文，寫於1931聖誕節：他在大西洋的輪船上，提出「形而上的恐懼」，文字優美，哲思雋永......
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我總是不得不——尤其是在早期——解釋[摩爾定律]不是物理定律。這是人的規律。任何事物要想像半導體技術那樣發展，都需要大量聰明人的創意努力。他們必須相信努力一定會成功，否則他們就不會付出努力。
摩爾定律其實是關乎人們對未來的信念，以及他們為實現這一目標而投入精力的意願。這是關於人性的精彩表述。
—Carver Mead
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https://www.ethicalstl.org/bertrand-russells-relevance-today-judy-toth-leader/
聽巴哈的無伴奏
《拎著》你拎著陽光從遙遠的南方行囊是一路灑落的笑語 花和茶香我在偏鄉的小站接你火車駛離月台丟下你孤伶的身影瘦削的面容 嘴角含著笑意曬衣竿上掛著還在滴水的行囊溢出的陽光佈撒石頭屋外的山野沿兩扇玻璃大窗爬進斗室娓娓的故事 一整季的歡愉然後 你不告而別逆行的寒雁飄向冰凍的北國石壁上刻著你的字句我會回來當人們不再相互憎恨日復一日樹林中唯有夜的靜默思念與 熟悉的花香霧夜茫茫看不見山與海只傳來角鶚空洞的叫聲我揹起你的行囊走出等待的石厝航向遠洋 沒有目標的流浪船艙裏納塔尼耶的手冷得發抖繪圖 計算潮水的流向南十字星在他的心中導航暗夜漆黑的大海星光輝映甲板上 一對驚惶的眼睛拍打船底的潮水形而上的恐懼害怕看到潛藏於普遍人性中的殘忍伯特蘭的字句漂浮在聖誕節的海上流過一個世紀的時空港口魚販的叫賣嘈雜 人氣蒸騰卡拉卡斯 利馬上岸 起錨 上岸雜耍 搭著手風琴的樂音迷路的孩童在人群中哭泣起錨布宜諾斯的海灣契 格瓦拉的故鄉日升月落南十字星在星空中閃爍回程墨西哥灣肥美的螃蟹加維斯頓一樣明亮的陽光笑鬧 自由和書香埋葬的是 無忌的年輕歲月我曾在這裡學文學劍學算在閣樓的書櫃間閲讀納塔尼耶的英譯厚厚三冊拉普拉斯的星際山櫻盛開的時節我回到偏鄉的小站霧已散 空氣中飄盪熟悉的花香掏空的行囊沒有你拎來的陽光你刻寫的字句在石頭屋的牆壁上依然清晰 我會回來當人們不再相互憎恨大西洋漆黒的海上海水拍打船底 喃喃自語無知 殘忍形而上的恐懼當人們不再相互憎恨南十字星眨著眼睛嘀嘀嘀-嘀 發出信息轉譯人間的邏輯：逆行的寒雁 不再回來
南遲 2023–2-20
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用典注釋：
1. 納塔尼耶 Nathaniel Bowditch(1773-1838)，美東天文數學航海家，生於麻省Salem。長年在海上工作，修正三角函數表，倡導書本航海，避免無數海難。精通20多國語言。自幼家貧，十歲輟學去當船公司簿記學徒，自習拉丁文、法文、代數、牛頓的數學原理、微積分。他出版天文、航海、地質的科學工作。
2. 伯特蘭 Bertrand Russell 即二十世紀初年活躍於國際的數學家兼哲學家羅素。對二十世紀的思想界影響甚鉅。Christmas at see 一文寫於1931聖誕節，在大西洋的輪船上。提出「形而上的恐懼」，文字優美，哲思雋永。我在去年臉書上(2022.5.15)貼出中譯文。(見注釋末)
3. 卡拉卡斯、利馬，指拉丁美洲西岸海港Caracas, Lima。布宜諾斯Buenos Aires 為阿根廷首都。詩中這些港口，係Che Guevara摩托車之旅的羈留點。
4. 契格瓦拉 Che Guevara 為20世紀的加里波第，史詩般豬邏灣革命的英雄。
5. 加維斯頓Galveston 是墨西哥灣的港口。
6. Laplace的星際，指18世紀重要數學家Pierre Simon Laplace
(1749-1827)的名著《Celestial Mechanics天體力學》。英譯由註1述及的Nathaniel Boowditch 在海上完成，影響美英的航海及天文物理甚鉅。
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《時代的背影》
1.10 敘事者：我
1.10.1
春日午后
墨綠的光影
讀完羅素
Christmas at sea
聽雨
一盞
昏黃的桌燈
時間
靜靜流逝
淅瀝淅瀝
W.
2022–5-12
瘟疫蔓延時
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聖誕節在海上
事隔35年
不同的心境：
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Now, I realise, what I did not know then, that this attitude was dependent upon a superabundantvitality.I found Christmas at sea a pleasant amusement, and enjoyed the efforts of the ship’s officers to make the occasion as festive as possible. The ship rolled prodigiously, and with each roll all the steamer trunks slid from side to side of all the state-rooms with a noise like thunder. The louder the noise became, the more it made me laugh: everything was great fun.Time, they say, makes a man mellow. I do not believe it. Time makes a man afraid, and fear makes him conciliatory, and being conciliatory he endeavours to appear to others what they will think mellow.And with fear comes the need of affection, of some human warmth to keep away the chill of the cold universe. When I speak of fear, I do not mean merely or mainly personal fear: the fear of death or decrepitude or penury or any such merely mundane misfortune.I am thinking of a more metaphysical fear. I am thinking of the fear that enters the soul through experience of the major evils to which life is subject: the treachery of friends, the death of those whom we love, the discovery of the cruelty that lurks in average human nature.During the thirty-five years since my last Christmas on the Atlantic, experience of these major evils has changed the character of my unconscious attitude to life. To stand alone may still be possible as a moral effort, but is no longer pleasant as an adventure. I want the companionship of my children, the warmth of the family fire-side, the support of historic continuity and of membership of a great nation.These are very ordinary human joys, which most middle-aged persons enjoy at Christmas.There is nothing about them to distinguish the philosopher from other men; on the contrary, their very ordinariness makes them the more effective in mitigating the sense of sombre solitude.And so Christmas at sea, which was once a pleasant adventure, has become painful. It seems to symbolise the loneliness of the man who chooses to stand alone, using his own judgment rather than the judgment of the herd.A mood of melancholy is, in these circumstances, inevitable, and should not be shirked. But there is something also to be said on the other side.Domestic joys, like all the softer pleasures, may sap the will and destroy courage. The indoor warmth of the traditional Christmas is good, but so is the South wind, and the sun rising out of the sea, and the freedom of the watery horizon. The beauty of these things is undiminished by human folly and wickedness, and remains to give strength to the faltering idealism of middle age.Bertrand RussellDecember 25, 1931.
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