The devil's spokesperson feels

Jarvis 2022-01-25 08:02:16

Man is fighting with himself forever.
Can a vanity man escape this ancient curse?
When a man fights against the forces of evil, one will find that he is actually fighting against his own inner evil at the same time. This is the interaction between the darkness of the heart and the abyss of external evil. In the
end, man himself becomes his enemy.
It is inevitable and inescapable for people to make up the big net of society in the unconscious. Is it meaningful to escape from the big net? Or, to some extent, independence is a
self-contradictory lie. To what extent is our ability to be independent? It is called

the freedom that independent God expects people to have: I have the greatest freedom to do everything, but I also have a kind of freedom-that is, I have the ability not to do certain things.

Morality is the catalyst for human self-development. It has always been neutral. God sets the rules and then sits on the sidelines.


I have the greatest freedom to do everything, but I also have a kind of freedom-that is, I have the ability not to do certain things. .

Is his suicide maintaining his undefeated record? Isn't this falling into the trap of vanity again? Are

women always passive? Are they always following the "impact-reaction" model?

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The Devil's Advocate quotes

  • John Milton: Now with this? Now that you're down? I'd get ready for one of those, Class-A, New York-style pigfucks.

  • John Milton: Eddie Barzoon, Eddie Barzoon. Hah! Oh, I nursed him through two divorces, a cocaine rehab, and a pregnant receptionist. Heh. God's creature, right? God's special creature? Hah! And I've warned him Kevin, I've warned him every step of the way. Watching him bounce around like a fucking game, like a windup toy! Like 250 pounds of self serving greed on wheels. The next thousand years is right around the corner, Kevin, and Eddie Barzoon-take a good look, because he's the poster child for the next millennium! These people, it's no mystery where they come from. You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it can split atoms with its desire, you build egos the size of cathedrals, fiber-optically connect the world to every eager impulse, grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green, gold plated fantasies until every human becomes an aspiring emperor, becomes his own god, and where can you go from there? And as we're scrambling from one deal to the next, who's got his eye on the planet? As the air thickens, the water sours, and even the bees honey takes on the metallic taste of radioactivity. And it just keeps coming, faster and faster. There's no chance to think, to prepare. It's buy futures, sell futures, when there is no future! We got a runaway train boy, we got a billion Eddie Barzoons all jogging into the future. Every one of 'em getting ready to fist-fuck god's ex-planet, lick their fingers clean as they reach out toward their pristine, cybernetic keyboards to total up their billable hours. And then it hits home! You gotta pay your own way, Eddie. It's a little late in the game to buy out now! Your belly's too full, your dick is sore, your eyes are bloodshot, and you're screaming for someone to help! But guess what? There's no one there! You're all alone, Eddie. You're god's special little creature. Maybe it's true, maybe god threw the dice once too often. Maybe he let us all down.