“请把我捣碎吧,要么能将我缩小到和你们一样大小,并且在我的身上赋予生命所必需的血液⑩,假如真能做到,我是多么感激你们——但是这是做不到的呀。 “因此,我认为,真正能拯救你们的还是你们自己。而我的存在,只能说明你们的不幸。”说完了最后的话⑾,那尊塑像忽然像一座大山一样崩塌了。 The Idol Speaks Ai Qing There stood in a well-known ancient temple a huge statue. It was so tall that people standing by were unable to touch even it knees however hard they tried to reach for it. For many, many years, visitors couldn’t help feeling so overawed and dwarfed at the sight of it that they looked to it eagerly for salvation. Having stood there for several hundred years, the statue had now come to detest it as a kind of forced drudgery. And it knew perfectly well that it could do nothing whatsoever to help the suffering mortal beings craving for salvation by it. Feeling bored as well as ashamed, it began to address its worshippers at long last: “O ye mortals, what a ridiculous thing you’ve done! You’ve created me in your own image, and an image of gigantic dimensions at that, believing that I can thus be powerful enough to rid you of your worries and cares. As a result, however, I’ve become just scared of you.