Everyone is an island

Neil 2022-03-21 09:01:06

Everyone living in this world has a period of life, but the life course of different people is so different. Everyone exists in this world as an individual, without any physical connection, like isolated islands drifting in the sea, very lonely. But fortunately, loneliness does not hinder survival in the real world. People can live lonely until they die.
Imagine living alone, traveling alone, singing aloud, enough food and books, when lonely, reading a book, singing through the sound when lonely, no one can interfere with your thinking, no one despises you for singing like a ghost Howl, no longer have to be poisoned by secular civilization, escape from the world, unfettered, walking alone on the land, hidden in the wilderness, the road under your feet is your home. How wonderful!
However, one day, you gradually noticed the existence of the same kind, the same existence as you, and how they survived. As human nature, curiosity gradually drives you to approach. Thus, there is desire, the desire to know the same kind. Finally one day, desire becomes action. But these are far from enough. While human beings are full of curiosity, they also have a vigilance, a natural vigilance.
Human nature is inherently evil and full of evil roots. If human nature is inherently good, where does evil come from? Goodness does not produce evil, does it? The question is, are human beings destined to live alone?
No, as we see in the real world, people live together, whether fortunately or not.
The fallen islands, on what basis do they stay together? I think it should be "love". A group of drifting people, in the boundless sea, wandered freely with the sails of love, stopping casually. (The copyright of this sentence belongs to He Caitou) From scratch, growing from a young age, a powerful fleet is galloping in the ocean of love.
Only with love, the island will eventually be broken.

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  • Carine McCandless: [voice-over] The year Chris graduated high school, he bought the Datsun used and drove it cross-country. He stayed away most of the summer. As soon as I heard he was home, I ran into his room to talk to him. In California, he'd looked up some old family friends. He discovered that our parents' stories of how they fell in love and got married were calculated lies masking an ugly truth. When they met, Dad was already married. And even after Chris was born, Dad had had another son with his first wife, Marcia, to whom he was still legally married. This fact suddenly redefined Chris and me as bastard children. Dad's arrogance made him conveniently oblivious to the pain he caused. And Mom, in the shame and embarassment of a young mistress, became his accomplice in deceit. The fragility of crystal is not a weakness but a fineness. My parents understood that a fine crystal glass had to be cared for or it may be shattered. But when it came to my brother, they did not seem to know or care that their course of secret action brought the kind of devastation that could cut them. Their fraudulent marriage and our father's denial of his other son was, for Chris, a murder of every day's truth. He felt his whole life turn, like a river suddenly reversing the direction of its flow, suddenly running uphill. These revelations struck at the core of Chris' sense of identity. They made his entire childhood seem like fiction. Chris never told them he knew and made me promise silence, as well.

  • Carine McCandless: With almost a year having passed since Chris' disappearance my parents' anger had turned to desperation. Their guilt was giving way to pain. And pain seemed to bring them closer. Even their faces had changed. She convinces herself it's Chris, that's her son whenever she passes a stray. And I fear for the mother in her. Instincts that seem to sense the threat of a loss so huge and irrevocable that the mind balks at taking its measure. I had begun to wonder if I can understand what Chris is saying any longer. But I catch myself and remember that these are not the parents I grew up with. That people soften by the forced reflection that comes with loss. Still everything Chris is saying has to be said. And I trust that everything he is doing has to be done. This is our life.