Beauty and ugliness, good and evil are inherently related

Hilma 2022-03-16 09:01:02

In the past, I disliked all the ugly, evil, and negative things, avoided them, ignored them, and showed the positive energy and the positive side as much as possible.

Gradually, I have seen more and understood more, and only then began to face the ugliness in human nature that we cannot ignore. The world cannot be all good. Tai Chi diagrams and ancient Eastern and Western philosophies have long told us that good and evil must be lingering. If there is a good, there must be a corresponding evil, so that the world is balanced and wonderful. It's no wonder that Plato asked in his Utopia that artists only create evil, because only in this way can they show goodness.

Human nature is inherently good and human nature inherently evil may be a meaningless argument, because when someone is born good, some must be born evil. It’s just those evil factors, do we need a lifetime of practice to contain them?

I am a little confused and at a loss...

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  • 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.