She is his medium, about love, about truth. Of course, she can also be thousands of others, as long as it is not love itself. I have always felt that in love, there is no one person who can love another person purely and incomparably. He loved her laughter, or her tears, these were all disguised forms of love, instinct and blindness. What you cannot know for sure is where this outer love ends up, whether it is the longing in your heart or the desire in your mind. Tomek peeks at the heroine through a telescope left by a friend, and with the aid of the telescope he sees what he wants to see - our original imagination of love. The world in the telescope is what he sees and the world we see. The world is small, it can be big. It depends on our definition of love. As small as some people love a lover's face, or even a mole; as big as a primitive model of the heart, such as Tomek's voyeur. But this voyeur is not with the eyes, but with the heart to construct an imagination or ideal of uninterrupted, unworn love. When you say it is fragile, it is fragile, and when you say it is strong, it is strong. Because compared with two or more people, one person will never break love, and it is easier to approach love. Therefore, loving more people and loving more people will not and cannot make you understand love better, it will only make you understand that there are countless incarnations of love in this world, but none of them are the essence of love. So you say that at 8:30 every day, what exactly is Tomek in front of the telescope seeing? The beauty of the heroine? Her life and her privacy? His ashamed heart? All I can say is that he didn't see anything, because love doesn't allow it to be seen clearly. In front of love, the function of the eyes is just to deceive, and vague love is closer to the prototype of love. This is the motivation and reason why people are willing to explore love from life to death, and it is also a part of Tomek's clean heart. In reality, Tomek has the opportunity to get close to the heroine, and it also shows the ideal disillusionment. He will find that some things he sees in the telescope are perfect because of the blindness of the eyes; others are too ugly to be approached, also because of the blindness. The ugly side is that the heroine represents the mundane, and it should be the first time she encounters such a "childish" "love" (perhaps "peeping" is more appropriate for her?). In her love she is the love of Tomek, which is the antithesis of love, that is, the antithesis of worldly love and ideal love. There is no way that some people have the world, the more people the more worldly, the less likely the ideal exists, and people can only indulge in the results of love and the sensory stimulation it brings. Tomek, who had attempted suicide, finally touched the hard core of love. It was sharp and cold, like a blade, like an ice cube, without the beauty he thought. Others say that it is beautiful because of deceit, but it is also deceived. In Tomek, it is the original state of love, and for most people, it becomes a false cover. What exists between the two is a "peeping" distance, which can be short or long.
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