Freedom is the least free word in the world

Ashlynn 2022-03-17 09:01:02

The most troublesome Chinese test in elementary school is to fill in antonyms-no matter what, I cannot find a suitable standard antonym. But the more I grow up, the more I realize that life is just a bunch of antonyms. Maybe not all, but at least there are many. It's like good and evil, good and bad, freedom and imprisonment, and Satan and God.
Always longing for a beautiful world, justice, peace, kindness... But if there is no evil, war and cruelty, who will give a definition for this?
I admit that for a moment I was bewitched by Milton's very seductive words, because his sense of innocence is indeed coveted-Kevin wants to succeed, and most people want to succeed. But the success that Kevin wants means concealing evidence and playing with the law. It means that he will not sleep well and lose love, even though he said in the sound of the mimi water on the top floor that he will not. His father, the seraph of God, the king of hell-Satan gave him a wonderful promise. His heart is moved, but so am I.
Milton could do nothing about his son's free will, but fortunately Kevin's free will finally decided to convert to God, like a long dream, and returned to the sink where he was defending Gati.
Satan is Satan because it is everywhere, peeping at every imperceptible crack in human nature and waiting for opportunities to enter. Kevin's free will is actually the least free. Because of the complexity of human nature, the so-called free will can only be expressed after many tests.
The Satan in the film seems to have appeared in the image of Milton for a long time, and it seems that only after Kevin "suicide" did he lurking next to his son in the face of a reporter, but there is a subtle caregiving that is creepy—— Before Milton appeared, the reporter in the sink made a Milton grin. This action appeared three times. They were the reporter at the beginning of the film, Milton, and Milton who became a reporter when everything came back... …
Who is Satan? Perhaps Satan itself has no face. Any person or thing that seduce your vanity is the incarnation of Satan.
And you are free, you can choose to be tempted or rejected.
But freedom is the least free word in this world. When there is no rule, the inner world that no one can see clearly is completely free, and it is also the least free. Everyone experiences Kevin's contradictions all the time.
Kevin only resisted the temptation this time, but he could not stop the temptation of the reporter. Satan is here. In every corner of free will, he will not force you to be unfree, but the freedom given by Satan is more terrifying than the imprisonment given by God.

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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.