People always look forward to a kind of eternity more or less.
Seeking Xian Dongying, looking for the Holy Grail, genetic modification... However, after many twists and turns, the immortality of the body is still defeated by the cycle of nature. Dao Fa naturally - although it is also the Taoist who rushed to the front line of cultivating alchemy - the dog meat of selfishness hides under all kinds of sheep's heads. In the end, chickens and dogs only have the opportunity to ascend to heaven on the dinner plate when the Taoists think about the world.
A little wiser people find it difficult to get through the material road, and instead rise to the spiritual level. The immortality of the soul brings great comfort to the hearts of those who long for eternity. From this point of view alone, the level of idealism is higher than materialism - the Buddha, who presided over the six-path reincarnation, put the Taoist priests' alchemy furnace into the eighteen layers of hell, and the halo behind God's head also obscured the original understanding of the sun and the moon. Nature worship of the stars.
However, after all, the times regress in differentiation and degenerate in regress. The god in heaven can join forces with the devil in the land, just to fight against the naked money in the world. The various arts brought by idealism are controlled by materialistic paper tickets, and hedonists do not care about the existence of the soul - only the diamond ring shines with the eternal brilliance of the sun. Human civilization is like a fly, the belief that gave up due to physical exhaustion on the way to the blue sky, turned around and stopped back on the dung.
In addition, people in good times are self-proclaimed balloons, constantly inflating themselves and floating away from the earth. So much so that he thinks he can touch the sun with his fingers, and draw a circle himself as the center of eternity. Until a small thorn disturbed the perfect dream, the person fell back to a position lower than the original point. At this time, people will feel inferior to find out how small they are, so small that no one cares about your inferiority: once the clamor one second fails to get the expected response in the next second, people will fall into a huge panic, in the future. self-defeating in fear.
Perhaps it is because of this that people choose to avoid problems and give up the two important powers of thinking and fighting under the circumstance of both material and spiritual setbacks.
However, is the so-called eternity really that difficult?
Perhaps it is because life is short and longing for the eternal world, because the world is eternal and short life emerges.
Maybe it's just that people love themselves too much.
Not only eternity, but many things are poisonous wine, coveted by Fang Qiong and dreaded by poison juice. What's more, too many stories remind us that the so-called fine wine is probably just the blending of flavors and pigments; the so-called sweet milk is really adding some milk to melamine. In this way, the cowardly person can be transformed into a wise old man who is familiar with accidents, and continue to preach legends that are more vicious than reality; the evaders also take the opportunity to simply give up and stay away from the wine glass. It's just that the occasional aroma of wine is still stirring them up, coveting and jealous of some tryers with half the pupil of one eye - cursing them to death, but curious about the taste of fine wine.
People cherish their fur so much that they are willing to deceive their hearts and refuse to pay a little scar for their dreams.
If there were angels...
would the angels be more fraternal?
Or maybe, because of the pure white wings behind it, it alienates the people who are struggling in the mud. People who are afraid of losing often cling to what they have, but forget why they have it—and angels are no exception.
Will the angels be more honest?
Or perhaps, because of living in eternity separated from the earth, it is easy to believe those established lies. People in high positions often have an illusion of detachment, and this arrogance blinds their ears and eyes, and they will never bend down to experience the joys and sorrows of others—angels are no exception.
Will an angel stop and stop by?
Stop joking, everyone is busy with their own business and has no time to take into account the mood of others. Occasionally concerned, the curiosity of the story is always more than the perception of human nature. What's more, for those who are self-sufficient and well-informed, even a curiosity is omitted, and only work is left--angels are no exception.
Angels are poor. Passing through the joys and sorrows of the world, but nothing can be left behind, nothing can be changed. Such existence is even better than never existed; such eternity cannot last for a moment. It's such a pity that you don't have a story of your own despite experiencing everything. And this kind of regret has gradually grown into yearning, which may be the beginning of the collapse of the world one day.
So, you can bet on the next life just to take a step away, and you can give up eternity just to be by your side for a second - no matter the cost, no matter the outcome. Neither love nor the world is a combination of words and images, nor is it the simple or complex outline of an object. Just like our love for roses, we once smelled her sweet body fragrance, once kissed her soft face, once touched her soft green coat, and once got hurt by being too close to her tough body. Such memories, mixed with intertwined emotions, make up each person's unique life itself.
Angels fall into the world, not to redeem the world, but to redeem themselves.
Man cannot live forever, nor can the soul be immortal, and death is death. After death, it disappears into the air and has no effect on the world. However, how can we say that we have existed from nothing more than angels.
Material data will eventually be discarded and forgotten over time. Time is like a lamp that drifts away. Once we can't keep up with his footsteps one day, it will be ruthlessly projected on the background of history; and even this only shadow will follow the lights away. Instead, it becomes a dot, squeezed by other dots, and then quickly disappears. A point that has never existed is eternal, and what does a burning meteor have to prove that it has crossed the sky?
Only the eyes of a lover. In fact, people are no different from roses. Even if they are beautiful, even if they leave words and images, they are only existences that will eventually disappear. All that can be left is a memory mixed with intertwined emotions. In the memory of being put in the heart by the lover, the flowers bloom again, the meteors shine once again, and we also find evidence of their existence.
In this way, I can no longer be afraid of the future, no longer fear that the two worlds will eventually be separated, because in your momentary smile, I have found the eternal paradise.
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