The feeling of bewilderment can't help but pervade, and it makes you fall into the black hole of thinking...
After reading the relevant film reviews, the title of one of them impressed me deeply, "Zhuang Zhou Dreams of Butterfly, or Butterfly Dreams of Zhuang Zhou" . Even when I think of this movie again, it is always natural to associate it with the story of Zhuang Zhou Mengdie. Because the philosophical propositions to be discussed by the two are basically the same, to sum up, it is the question of "what is reality and what is illusory". In this way, a whole host of new questions emerge from it: Is our world real or unreal? If our world is not real, what kind of existence is it? If our world is real, how do we prove it is real? Questions seem boring, but the people who scold them for being boring are often the ones who put a lot of effort into thinking about them (I count one).
I mentioned it to my classmates before, so we assumed that the world was unreal, and then we imagined what the world outside the world would look like. If we enlarge our field of vision and extend it infinitely, extending all the way out of the earth, out of the Milky Way, out of the vast universe, and even out of the universe, what will we see? Maybe you will find that the universe is covered with a thick layer of curved glass. Extend beyond the glass to find the glass and the entire universe within (and us in it) placed on a beautiful base. And this base and the entire universe in the curved glass placed on it may be a small gift placed on the desk of a creature higher than ours, and this small gift may only be regarded as a small gift. One of the most common gifts he or she receives on his or her birthday.
Thinking about it like this, life seems worthless. What kind of existence is our world to the wider space? What is the significance of the development of modern civilization? Everything that human beings engage in, pursue, and explore is suddenly in a precarious and embarrassing situation. We went from being a puppet manipulator to being a puppet itself. Our seemingly real existence may be just a bunch of symbols, a program, a fantasy...
Inadvertently, the negative atmosphere began to breed and spread. But this time it really can't be done. No one can scold or criticize this negativity, because the source of this negativity is not wrong after all, or no one has the qualification and ability to say it is wrong. What can't be proven, can't be jumped to conclusions.
Back to the story of Zhuang Zhou Mengdie.
Regarding this matter, Zhuangzi and his old man gave his own profound insights as early as more than two thousand years ago: We dreamed that we became butterflies, so why can we simply say that we dreamed to become butterflies when we woke up? Butterfly seems to have every right to say that in fact, it is dreaming that it has become us, and our thoughts after waking up are just the beginning of the life in the dream after it has transformed into a human form. And the dreams we have had before are entirely possible uncontrollable unconscious behaviors caused by the intervention of other external things. When we are dreaming of others, it may be that others are dreaming of you and dreaming of others in their dreams. And our life, our emotions, our ideals, our thinking, our memory and subconsciousness, and even our dreams are not a long dream of others? It's just that this dream is too real, so real that we can't perceive its unreality at all, and then we firmly believe that the space we are in is the real world. This expression makes the so-called reality seem more precarious.
However, if you think about it this way, you can make a very poetic and persuasive explanation for many unreal phenomena that appear in this world. These unrealistic phenomena are nothing more than the little absurd, bizarre, and fantastical parts of other people's dreams. After all, it is still a dream, and its sudden and chaotic reality can only be controlled by the dreamer, and we, who exist as unreal things, are always the most powerless, and can only suffer in it with a confused or terrified face. That's it. As for forgetting, subconsciousness and the like, experts desperately study the problems that can only give a conceptual and vague description, and the same can be explained: some things that you can't remember even if you want to vomit, and things hidden in your mind There are many things in the depths that you have never noticed at all, maybe they are things that you have never experienced at all or that others have experienced and imposed on you. In addition, the kind of helpless jumping, disorder, and irrationality are inevitable. Even if I think about it, I feel sad, but it can relieve my confusion and panic...
The real reality will never be clear. Angrily scolded: "This question is so fucking boring!"
In short, we live in the current space, and we can only live seriously according to the rules of this space. Even if it is really just a puppet that acts according to the instructions of others, it can only enjoy the joys, sorrows and sorrows that a puppet should enjoy. Then create something according to the guidance of other things, so that the other puppets in the whole space will greatly appreciate you...
Every time I hear someone sigh, "God, let me escape from this world!" I won't scold him for being an idiot any more. Really, you better stop doing that. Because maybe one day, he really escaped...
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