The library of babel (混沌图书馆)
找了好久都没有找到这个小短片的中文版，今天花了一个晚上的时间把这篇文章翻译完了。
混沌图书馆是1941年阿根廷作家Jorge Luis Borges 的短文，讲述了一个由无尽的图书馆组成的宇宙，里面的书包括了所有可能的内容，以前说过的话，人们将要说的话，甚至你的未来！所有的一切都被收录在书中。但这些书大部分都是无序的。人们在里面找寻着宇宙的真谛。
文章不长，只有5000字左右，却体现出了在那个时候人类对宇宙的看法，人们不断的在无序的书本中找寻着世界的真谛，正如现实中的科学家们在看似无序的宇宙中找寻着真谛，但是这样的混乱带来的更多的却是无序，教派斗争和人类对自己的怀疑。这篇短文探讨了无尽与概率的关系，探讨了人性在未知面前的反应，也探讨了人们对宇宙终极奥秘的思索。
我们了解的还太少，就像书中的人们，而宇宙运转的原则却是固定而永恒的，在这样的混沌之中，我们又该何去何从呢？
话不多说，下面是双语对照（最后有彩蛋哦）：
Like all the men of the Library, in my younger days I traveled; I have journeyed in quest of a book, perhaps the catalog of catalogs. Now that my eyes can hardly make out what I myself have written, I am preparing to die, a few leagues from the hexagon where I was born. When I am dead, compassionate hands will throw me over the railing; my tomb will be the unfathomable air, my body will sink for ages, and will decay and dissolve in the wind engendered by my fall, which shall be infinite. I declare that the Library is endless. Idealists argue that the hexagonal rooms are the necessary shape of absolute space, or at least of our perception of space. They argue that a triangular or pentagonal chamber is inconceivable. (Mystics claim that their ecstasies reveal to them a circular chamber containing an enormous circular book with a continuous spine that goes completely around the walls. But their testimony is suspect, their words obscure. That cyclical book is God.) Let it suffice for the moment that I repeat the classic dictum: The Library is a sphere whose exact center is any hexagon and whose circumference is unattainable.
混沌图书馆是1941年阿根廷作家Jorge Luis Borges 的短文，讲述了一个由无尽的图书馆组成的宇宙，里面的书包括了所有可能的内容，以前说过的话，人们将要说的话，甚至你的未来！所有的一切都被收录在书中。但这些书大部分都是无序的。人们在里面找寻着宇宙的真谛。
文章不长，只有5000字左右，却体现出了在那个时候人类对宇宙的看法，人们不断的在无序的书本中找寻着世界的真谛，正如现实中的科学家们在看似无序的宇宙中找寻着真谛，但是这样的混乱带来的更多的却是无序，教派斗争和人类对自己的怀疑。这篇短文探讨了无尽与概率的关系，探讨了人性在未知面前的反应，也探讨了人们对宇宙终极奥秘的思索。
我们了解的还太少，就像书中的人们，而宇宙运转的原则却是固定而永恒的，在这样的混沌之中，我们又该何去何从呢？
话不多说，下面是双语对照（最后有彩蛋哦）：
Like all the men of the Library, in my younger days I traveled; I have journeyed in quest of a book, perhaps the catalog of catalogs. Now that my eyes can hardly make out what I myself have written, I am preparing to die, a few leagues from the hexagon where I was born. When I am dead, compassionate hands will throw me over the railing; my tomb will be the unfathomable air, my body will sink for ages, and will decay and dissolve in the wind engendered by my fall, which shall be infinite. I declare that the Library is endless. Idealists argue that the hexagonal rooms are the necessary shape of absolute space, or at least of our perception of space. They argue that a triangular or pentagonal chamber is inconceivable. (Mystics claim that their ecstasies reveal to them a circular chamber containing an enormous circular book with a continuous spine that goes completely around the walls. But their testimony is suspect, their words obscure. That cyclical book is God.) Let it suffice for the moment that I repeat the classic dictum: The Library is a sphere whose exact center is any hexagon and whose circumference is unattainable.
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