I've always wondered if they were due to an excess of innate love, a lack of planning, or a lack of devotion to beauty, and the superficial prejudice I've always cherished is that those who live and die for beauty should be like Van Gogh, Camille, or Tarkov. Skye, even Wilde was excusable. Until I heard and saw my family, I didn't know that people in poetry and art can turn into worldly ghosts because of this - the strange feeling I heard from Dupree when I was a child is now finally purified here - so The reason why the cello can be made "like crying" is because maybe she really hates this stuff - if there are no piano artists, will they still love themselves? On the contrary, blindly immersed love is tantamount to self-indulgence and exile, born of beauty, or finally able to live - about the latter, it is a higher state. Between the pure sacrifice to art and the technicalization of art, the most and most complicated elements are the two kinds of existences mentioned above. People who do not have talent but do well, but sacrifice their souls, people who have talent but abandon themselves, because they are too spiritual, they are swallowed up by blood.
Until recently, I actually never believed, or refused to step into the realm of being able to believe that beauty, a being of eternal and wickedness manifesting an infinite match, could be expressed in the proportions of temperate and harmonious beauty. I don’t even believe that there are people or families who live happily together because of the combination of literature and art. In the past, when I saw such works of art, I usually responded with an indifferent attitude: the beauty of neutrality and harmony? That is the non-existence of beauty. In my eyes, poets and artists are basically always Rousseau-like Nietzschean, Cocteau- and Svanmeier-like perversions. In short, the big and small universes are not balanced.
Aunt and mother often say that you (we) are so similar in willfulness. I hate and fear this sentence. Therefore, I often feel that incarnating a philosopher—although I have never been sure how to incarnate—this must be fate. But only recently, when Ai Ruosi broke out, did he face up to a problem. Possessing geniuses is very expensive, but more importantly, protecting geniuses, whether it is his own or those of those geniuses. This is not something that a person dedicated to beauty can do on his own.
I don’t think that because of the overly evanescent nature of beauty, we should go to the other extreme, over-seeking or relying on “poetic justice”, which at least does not exist in poetry itself, only in the historical spring and autumn Between them exists externally with political goals. All I can do is legislate philosophy, defend poetry and beauty, and the "middle way" of every kind.
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