我们有意无意间获得的多余的知识和体验是我们烦恼的根源

I read a theory once, that the human intellect was like peacock feathers. Just an extravagant display intended to attract a mate. All of art, literature, a bit of Mozart, William Shakespeare, Michelangelo, and the Empire State Building -- just an elaborate mating ritual. ​​​​Maybe it doesn't matter that we have accomplished so much, for the basest of reasons. But, of course, the peacock can barely fly. It lives in the dirt, pecking insects out of the muck, consoling itself with its great beauty. ​​​​-《西部世界》