1 Honey, before I die, give me another flight.
When the angry Sean was lying on the hospital bed, he said to Nathan that I felt bad.
As if the air was full of sighs. What kind of creatures are humans, we cannot surpass the instincts of living beings and follow the laws of life and death, but sometimes we seem to be able to overcome everything. Even in the most desperate moments, the meaning of life can still be arbitrarily expressed Driving away, a dazzling splendor bloomed in the dark night sky. Life has far exceeded the initial expectations of evolution, and it is no longer to continue for reproduction. We have written its meaning, although this meaning will eventually fall into the void. We know how to create a dream and be born from it.
What is sex originally? And now, what does climax mean? Maybe it can be reduced to biological instinct, but everyone knows that our pleasure has long been untied from the sensory nerve endings on the sexual organs, although not so thoroughly. At this moment, it has become a declaration of war between life and death.
No life can defeat death, but it can despise it, deny it, and surpass it. Ejaculation was originally a spurt that pointed to the continuation of life. At this moment, he was disdainful of reproducing himself, which meant that life was not imprisoned in an infinite cycle and would inevitably be destroyed by death again and again. Countless genes are extinct at this moment and have reached the absolute end. Life is out of reincarnation. The DNA shot may no longer reappear, but at the same time, it will not face the possibility of being conquered again by death. While self-denying, the act of continuing life has also become a ritual for announcing death.
Yes, life has come to an end, the real end. This is the place where every life will arrive.
However, some people reached the end so early, as Queen said: life had just began. This is just a fact, not a container that should be used to hold any kind of emotion.
he died. Everything after death may have lost its meaning to him. But he used his corpse to pave an extra road, and people stepped on him to get closer to the light.
2 After death
After death, people seem to become very small, but at the same time they become very heavy. He became very small, right there, on the cramped bed in the cramped room, as if sinking into the cool sheets. He no longer has life, and has lost all other possibilities. He became a thing, no longer had the identity of a person, and lost this qualification. People looked at him and thought that he had lived, all his characteristics had become the past tense, he was no longer a life, became a story, a movie, a book, a memory. He was a fire that had burned, but was extinguished. It no longer releases energy to the outside, and became a cold stone. People need more strength to move him.
He no longer breathes, no longer flows, no longer develops, even if he is still, we seem to see him falling and collapsing.
But I remembered the story of the fall of the giant whale. When the giant whale falls, everything is born. The corpse of a whale has become a huge biome on the seabed, and countless lives have prospered as a result.
The corpse became a weapon. Become a mirror. The corpse was used as the vanguard of the parade and became the guardian of the living. The corpse was sprinkled in delicate and delicious food, into the mouth of a man with a mouthful of respectfulness, to disgust the disgusting person.
When people see other people's corpses, think of their own destiny, a kind of imagination that has always been evading is finally unavoidable at this moment. At this moment, each opponent frankly met with the corpse, looking at each other, uniting the two into one. In front of the corpse, all living people finally found a common frequency. Or maybe, in front of the deceased, life has a mark of shame. Every living person has more or less become a complicity to kill him. In the silence, there was a hint of hope of compromise, concession and reconciliation.
The living people grinned, pierced their hearts, yelled, quarreled, and scrambled, but they were like a pantomime, and the living people couldn't hear each other's or their own voices. The corpse was silent and gloomy, but like thunder from the depths of a dark cloud, the living people heard the language of the corpse.
And some of the changes started when people saw themselves in the corpse.
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