When people change, he does not replace the present with another short-term plan, but drives out the tyranny of the present with a longer-term rational plan. This redefinition is itself a divisive and discreditable move, a subversion of semantics and orientation, and a form of delirium.
I had to choose a rougher way and give up the finer definition, but it's not my fault, because the finer definition means waste and time destruction. This must only be the same, not the whole, separate, local details. Partial details are dead...because the thought is always the whole, and planning itself kills the thought.
Because I have to get rid of that deep-rooted, human-specific habit of loving uniformity... but I like uniformity so much that I have to keep changing the goal of action; but it is too difficult.
If I can't grasp the whole, but only the parts, what else can I do? This penchant for detail is the poison that kills all freedom and beauty. Yes, it's an imitation...but I feel like I'm imitating again by saying that. Ah yes, the endless self-punishment, probably fall back into its own shackles tomorrow.
It's like a running account, it's pitiful, and it doesn't have much content.
After reading Shangshu, I felt despair about Chinese again. Almost a massacre.
What is "reading"? What is "understanding"? I don't know everything, I'm all self-taught, what do I have? Don't I have nothing?
I can only make bureaucratic notes myself again...
book of Saturday, ambient,
banana boat ride greek composer
in a tangle of night and daylight sound
Eraldo bernocchi, Takehisa Kosugi, and November's ambient album.
There is also a realistic exploration of the relationship between Sudan and China
So be it.
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