Because love is the most extreme state - as Camus said some people are born to live and some people are born to love. Life can always go on, it either destroys love or it is destroyed by love. One of them will always be destroyed by the other, and you can probably only choose one of the two, if you want the best of both, unless you are the devil, or make a pact with the devil like Faust.
Of course, we see the most extreme love of this kind, mostly in those works of art. Some people will say that art does not come from life? But perhaps we should be more convinced of another assertion, that is, art is a denial of life, just as love is a denial of life most of the time...
The plight of the original desire of love is the two that can never be merged into one. From the birth of an individual to the misunderstanding (understanding) of each other's identities in society, it ends with two strangers in the society, and the understanding of love itself is like a pendulum swinging back and forth between the two.
From an animal to a man, and a man to become an animal again, every change in this is ugly.
The ugliness of changing from a human to an animal is due to the fact that every copulation is a kind of consumption. Coitus is an act that points only to itself and is devoured by itself. From need to need, the antidote to tediousness is numbing enough in itself. It is anonymous. She's Eve and you're Adam, and the position of love can vary from person to person, but the euphoria and exhaustion of climaxing is a manifestation of the oneness that existed in the ancient collective consciousness. Something strong, and anti-traditional empirical aesthetics, is needed to defend against this depletion. All the reckless sexual intercourse like forgetting one's identity in an empty room, none of them walk into the feast of death at the end.
From animals to human ugliness, it is even more complicated. Sex is so real that after or before it is questioned, all the exchanges that turn against it: identity, name, past, connection to society, family, where does its depth point. Naturally, human beings are inevitably bound by the felt hat of society, and like marriage in society, the services targeted by such a fortress are reciprocal in nature. A place where he feels safe and comfortable. A place where he can worship his penis.
They make love frantically, expressing inner loneliness and emptiness through sexual release. It turned out that what the two tried to achieve through sexual exile was the redemption of love.
He has sex frantically with a strange woman in the apartment. All of these are nothing more than a solution to the infinite pain in one's heart. When there is a psychological problem in one's heart, one of the means to achieve balance is likely to be the release of energy in the body.
For men, sex is not an expression of love. For women, sex is mostly an expression of love.
Love and not love are all because of sex. Jenna is a little in love with Paul for having an orgasm, and Paul gets an inch by releasing the stasis. The way of sex expresses the delicate relationship between two people. And this physical relationship is undoubtedly very fragile. When Paul wanted Jenna's name and actively followed her into the house, it was unclear whether it was a sexual call or a love drive. And when Jenna pulls the gun and shoots, it's blurred whether it's out of remorse for the demise of love or out of grief over the unreachable sexuality.
Finding love will not solve the emptiness and fear in life that lasts until death. The confession is the inner expression of a misanthrope, and he indulges in it and becomes decadent and depressed, instead of fighting against misfortune, as the existentialists advocate. Become what you want to be.
A ridiculous sex game, his and her joy in sex, can not ask the name, the past, and everything about the outside world, however, when the man wants to face the love in his heart, the girl shoots him Killed, the girl regarded him as a lunatic.
Can love exist independently? In an isolated hut with no name, no past, and no regard for the future, they love each other, and love is love itself, it can be said that this is pure love.
Pure love is bound to be an unbearable lightness in life, and just like this, the pure love environment created by the writer will gradually be swallowed up. The girl felt lonely and unbearable, and finally left the real world. In reality, this pure lover is a lunatic, a stranger, and an other.
Love needs a ceremony, confirmation, identity, life, love itself is not a ceremony but it needs a ceremony, a man wants to deny this kind of ceremony, only admit pure love itself, no name, no need to enter each other's life, but in the end subverted itself.
Many desires in human nature are due to the fact that the results in reality and ideals cannot be unified. A lot of sacrifices become unwilling and intensified because they can't get a response. Because they don't get it, they think it's love. He thought that his wife squandered all his love, but in fact he just fell in love with the unwillingness. She thought that his departure was a betrayal of love, but in fact it was just an illusion of falling in love with herself. At the beginning, he didn't think about the ending at all, so he said "don't say the name". No name, no tomorrow, it's all just a game. If you take the game seriously, it's doomed to be a tragedy. If there is no emotion, then all of us can play.
Everyone has an adult side and a child side, and if you can stay with a child, you are lucky.
True extreme love is as hot and dark as hell.
Show our love by hurting someone dear.
Love is colder than death.
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