Then I saw your face, your eyes were very sad, so painful, I couldn't help but want to ask, why do you have those eyes... That day, the full moon whispered to me, I want you to see it , so I'm glowing. ...we are born into this world to see and hear, and because of that, we don't have to be someone, we have our own meaning of existence.
I have seen the slogan of a psychological app, "The essence of life is to be seen". Self-consciousness is a bit biased. If "being seen" is the most essential need, then the most human behavior should be to choose a profession that can get the most attention, such as politicians, social activists, actors, sports stars, then low-ranking, even nine The marginalized people under the stream, such as those suffering from infectious diseases, those with previous convictions, those who gave up their studies, or those who are withdrawn, those who are not sociable, Laozi who rides a green ox out of the customs, Zhuangzi who is free and easy, and who is diligent in his own way. A great virtue, a scientist willing to be lonely, a hero who hides his merits and fame, and an artist who is not recognized by the people of the time, will they be transparent people who turn a blind eye, so their existence is meaningless?
Therefore, a logically more reasonable statement should be, "The essence of life lies in the connection with all things in the world", just like the mandala on the thangka, the ink-splashed freehand landscape painting. In the vision of God, no color is unimportant or unique, and black is not more noble than other colors; although the landscape is appreciated, if there is no white space, then the ink outlines are just dirty lines. . Perhaps, God is only looking at the whole, only the colorful itself. The rise and fall of the details constitute the whole itself. Therefore, no matter which individual a grain of sand falls on, it will not cause special attention. Therefore, God The chosen person or the abandoned son, good luck or bad luck, is just a difference of mind. What is truly included in the category of "absolute truth" and known is only the change itself.
As the leader of all souls, he was perfect when he was a child, but he didn't know it. Then, when he grew up, he was addicted to the game of adults - fame, wealth, power and sex, and it was difficult to extricate himself. The ubiquitous noise around you isolates your heart from the sounds of nature. Heart, turned into a donkey chasing radish around the mill, has long forgotten that there is an option to stop. To see, to be alert, to realize, not to think, not to obtain, not to know, not to be logical, and then, to be pure.
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