唯一有提到的好像只有这本书
Skyrim:Ruminations on the Elder Scrolls
http://en.uesp.net/wiki/Skyrim:Ruminations_on_the_Elder_Scrolls
Imagine living beneath the waves with a strong-sighted blessing of most
excellent fabric. Holding the fabric over your gills, you would begin to
breathe-drink its warp and weft. Though the plantmatter fibers imbue your
soul, the wretched plankton would pollute the cloth until it stank to heavens
of prophecy. This is one manner in which the Scrolls first came to pass, but
are we the sea, or the breather, or the fabric? Or are we the breath itself?
Can we flow through the Scrolls as knowledge flows through, being the water,
or are we the stuck morass of sea-filth that gathers on the edge?
Imagine, again, this time but different. A bird cresting the wind is lifted
by a gust and downed by a stone. But the stone can come from above, if the
bird is upside down. Where, then, did the gust come from? And which
direction? Did the gods send either, or has the bird decreed their presence
by her own mindmaking?
The all-sight of the Scrolls makes a turning of the mind such that relative
positions are absolute in their primacy.
I ask you again to imagine for me. This time you are beneath the ground, a
tiny acorn planted by some well-meaning elf-maiden of the woodlands for her
pleasure. You wish to grow but fear what you may become, so you push off the
water, the dirt, the sun, to stay in your hole. But it is in the very pushing
that you become a tree, in spite of yourself. How did that happen?
The acorn is a kind of tree-egg in this instance, and the knowledge is water
and sun. We are the chicken inside the egg, but also the dirt. The knowledge
from the Scrolls is what we push against to become full-sighted ourselves.
One final imagining before your mind closes from the shock of ever-knowing.
You are now a flame burning bright blue within a vast emptiness. In time you
see your brothers and sisters, burnings of their own in the distance and
along your side. A sea of pinpoints, a constellation of memories. Each burns
bright, then flickers. Then two more take its place but not forever lest the
void fills with rancid light that sucks the thought.
Each of our minds is actually the emptiness, and the learnings of the Scrolls
are the pinpoints. Without their stabbing light, my consciousness would be as
a vast nothingness, unknowing its emptiness as a void is unknowing of itself.
But the burnings are dangerous, and must be carefully tended and minded and
brought to themselves and spread to their siblings.
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它写的很玄...
意思就是你自己猜。
中译版的书本图片 http://blog.xuite.net/lordsolomon/blog/68928525

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跟看到克苏鲁太多超越自己能理解的资讯很像