Existence is false, the world is absurd

Adolphus 2022-04-23 07:02:17

After watching this movie, you will feel not the power of love but the lethality and destructive power of the phrase "One woman's fear is another woman's weapon" in the trailer. When this sentence covered in blood and tears is applied to human civilization, Sartre's sentence that others are hell fully explains the greed and bloodthirsty nature of human beings in the whirlpool of desire. In the process of externalizing self-desire, it is often the destruction of the self and the exposure of the superego, which is also the death of the other. The phrase "Long live for understanding", although on the surface it appears to be a reconciliation between the ego and the outside world, is actually a betrayal of the ego by the ego, depositing the soul on the dust, and you are destined to perish in the near future and be submerged in this in a false world.
Here, conservatism is a virtue. This conservatism is based on an awareness of the absurd nature of the world. The object of the other's self-reconstruction is the habitation of the soul, not the figurative dust. Don't be fooled by the charm of color. Just as the innocence of a person who comes into the world can be deceptively colored over time, when facing others, understand that we are not dealing with innocence, but grabbing you whenever you are inadvertent. The "fear" and the hypocrisy as the "weapon" that destroys you. We should not waste our piety.
"One woman's life is another woman's hands".
To be able to support a person to do what he wants, what he needs is often not reasons and needs, but how many things he has that do not belong to him. The more things a person has that does not belong to him, the more lethal he has to others. This possession may be obtained through violence by deliberately asking, stealing, robbing, etc., or it may be an innate virtue. In any case, don't try to own or give away fear.

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  • Barbara Covett: When I was young I had such a vision of myself. I dreamed I'd be someone to be reckoned with, you know, in the world. But one learns one's scale. I've such a dread of ending my days alone. But recently, I've allowed myself to think that I may not be. Am I wrong?

  • Barbara Covett: People like Sheba think they know what it is to be lonely. But of the drip, drip of the long-haul, no-end-in-sight solitude, they know nothing. What it's like to construct an entire weekend around a visit to the launderette. Or to be so chronically untouched that the accidental brush of a bus conductor's hand sends a jolt of longing straight to your groin. Of this, Sheba and her like have no clue.