"Our world is a reflection of our self-consciousness." M and I walked along the road in the spring, exploring the urban-rural junction of the Magic City.
"In other words, me, the whole world, including me, exists in your mind consciousness. Likewise, you, and the whole world, are also in my conscious world."
"You and I are real and equal beings, but so unreal. We are just a symbol of consciousness in each other's world."
M has not seen the "Spirit and Flesh" at the Berlin Golden Bear. I read it. Of course, art films are not M's food.
And here's what I'm trying to say: While we were discussing this topic, it occurred to me that one of the reviews of the film said that Maria was imagined by Ender.
Get up from the screen. Maria's feet tucked into the shadows flashed before my eyes. The cold wind blew through the rustling forest, and the two deer drinking water touched the tip of each other's nose when they bowed their heads.
The woman in front of her was pale, calm, cold, and lifeless. It seems that someone who has had a certain reflex nerve removed makes people unable to help prying: In this world, what can make her fresh and full?
withdrawn, autistic, neurotic, obsessive-compulsive...
If you could make a list of these personality labels, what would be behind the list to break the spell?
"Link".
Even if it is a dream, I will use it to come to you.
Because of you, you are me.
Dreams are the best bridge. It does not require any tentacles of reality to reach out to you, and therefore, it does not experience fragmentation.
On the contrary, it is romantic, poetic, and more like the gift and suggestion of fate: fate, wonderful. You are unattainable.
Through it, I can unbridled love and desire to sway to you.
I can, brazenly ask you to love me. Even if you cut your wrist for me, sit next to me, quietly, and have dinner together.
I can sometimes let go, and sometimes restrain my loneliness.
You are a physical symbol and a spiritual symbol.
A symbol that carries my love and being loved.
A lonely child in need of company. A shy boy who is in love. A sensitive middle-aged man who dare not touch his feelings. A solitary, unscrupulous narcissistic patient. A love captive who can't be captured. A mortal person who has achieved ordinary happiness. Facing the Ocean, Spring and Blossom.
Through you, I experience myself so truly and fully.
As a shriveled and gradually alive existence.
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