I'm sure many of you have seen this movie. An emotional robot grows over time, constantly examines and improves itself, pursues the meaning of existence, and finally gives up the eternal machine life and becomes a human, ending its life with death.
He was troubled by emotions all his life, struggling and breaking through the conflict between the shackles of machine programs and emotional thinking, to find himself. His intellect is a machine, but his emotions are human. He longs for human recognition, but by the end of the film he doesn't see it, maybe he already knows who he is.
Although it is a science fiction work, in fact, the focus of the film is on the discussion of human emotions and ethics brought about by technology in the future. But the confusion and exploration of the self by the robot Andrew is actually the epitome of our real human self.
Life has no choice for everyone. We came into this world without a choice; without a choice, we die again. But the years between our comings and goings are hurriedly hurried. The daily intense work and fast-paced life make us have no time to think, and the pressure of the future and emotional confusion make us have no time to introspect. But in occasional peace, we also feel the fear of life and the universe.
"Who are you?" "Where did the world come from?" This is not Lu Xiucai's line to force Ji Wuming to kill, but the opening remarks in "Sophie's World". The mysterious letter leads the 14-year-old girl into the long historical river, awakening our curiosity and exploration of the meaning of life in the mist of time. From ancient times to the present, both philosophical sages and mediocre mortals have been trying to find an answer: Who am I?
So who exactly am I?
Sometimes I think about this too. Is it the hope of the parents? A friend's arm? Is it the lover's reliance? Or a node in the cycle of nature? Or is it nothing? Maybe life is just a big dream, we don't know when we fell asleep, or suddenly woke up one day. Just like Zhuangzi, he slept and found that he was a butterfly... But in the end, he didn't know whether the butterfly was Zhuang Zhou or Zhuang Zhou was a butterfly? Is the dream a reality or is the reality a dream? Where exactly do we come from? Where to go at last? Is the spirit perceiving the world? Or the creative spirit of the world? Do we really exist?
"I haven't cultivated good fruit in my life, I only like to kill and set fire. Suddenly the golden rope is opened, and the jade lock is broken here. Hey! The letter came from the tide on the Qiantang River, and today I know that I am me." This is what Lu Zhishen wrote in "Water Margin" when he passed away 's verses. This flower monk who never abides by the rules and precepts, drinks and eats meat, has always been happy with his grievances, and is a mad monk who devotes himself to the blood of the rivers and lakes, but finally suddenly had an epiphany, and became a Buddha by fate, and obtained the right fruit. Just because he heard the tide on the Qiantang River, he finally knew who he was.
The descriptions of many things in literary works are too magical and simple, and there is not even much ideological evolution, or the accumulation of quantitative changes has reached a critical point, so the protagonist is suddenly enlightened, enlightened, and enlightened. What is left is the envy and confusion of readers... And we can't explore and understand ourselves after all, or it's not yet time, our life accumulation and wisdom are not enough to understand the mystery of life, and our mind is not broad enough to accommodate the profound meaning of heaven and earth. . The time is not yet ripe, and we have to continue to be confused and groping on the ordinary road of the common people.
Look down at the road, look up at the sky, mutter to yourself when you are tired, go to sleep in a dream and incarnate into a thousand things, wake up from a dream, everything is true...
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