Travel is meaningless, is it the meaning of travel?
People live in cities, get used to and numb everything in their lives, and don't feel that certain things are strange and contradictory. The dense slums next to the garbage pool are the childhood of the children, and the banks of the Huangpu River in the background are even more magnificent; the fingers beat a certain rhythm between the repeated operations of the assembly workshop; the industrialized white-feather chickens and dairy cows are not like each other. It is a piece of meat and a bottle of milk; the traffic on the road at night is like a shining river, where do people come from and go in every drop of water? The human society formed by food, living, and work is more dangerous than the mountains and more cruel than the deserts, and produces more beautiful and rich fantasy and reality than the heavy mountains. The difference is that society is a low-key person, and what it is doing is making people gradually forget its existence and get used to its rules.
Is there a controller who is in control of our behavior and the design of our social models?
It may be the sand painting at the beginning, it is meticulously crafted, and when it is completed, it will be the day when it will be knocked down and repainted; it may be like the Hindu story, the great world is just a dream of the gods, when he opens his eyes, he enriches the beautiful world. At the end, a new cycle begins.
Oh, reincarnation.
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