There used to be too many gods, too many dogmas and precepts, look at how many bearded gods, or gods and Buddhas with oily heads and bald faces, we have created in our own image, and how many people have cheered in the image of gods. A great, bright and correct leader, so that the greenhouse of faith is so bloody that people are embarrassed to stay in it.
Those who choose to go out find that the world in front of them is so different from the living places that have been constructed in the past. I remember the French writer Yousenaar said that we have established so many gods and held people so high, As a result, the matter that has been depreciated as mediocre is ignored, but it actually contains so many unsolved mysteries, like the mysterious black vortex. Such matter is actually more worthy of our awe.
People are too accustomed to their own world. All material things are just the reflection in our eyes. When we feel weeping, we are terrified. It seems that even a tremor in the material world is matched with our emotional ups and downs.
But in fact, when we face everything in front of us, as if we saw it for the first time, we will suddenly realize that everything around us is actually so alienated, unfamiliar, and it has nothing to do with us. Clouds, there are birds singing. When you laugh, there are dark clouds outside the window and lightning strikes.
The material world is so out of tune with people's thoughts that sensitive people can't help but feel that their situation is absurd.
For example, in Adventures, the deserted island in the eyes of people is just a place for adventure. They have functionalized the island, and the deserted island has become the frontier of human life. But what if the island is not actually a place to play? What if this is a man-eating island, or an entrance to a world and another dimension, or is it actually an ancient labyrinth? If so, it means that this island is still understandable, but perhaps this island is the world itself, unreasonable, everyone can only walk on each of its rocks step by step, the sea breeze blows in all directions, Between the gaps, a strange whistling is formed. Its cliffs are dazzling. The waves in front of it always seem to be wrapped in a hundred unknowns. Even a small stone room sheltered from the wind has a disturbing atmosphere. How did the rich girl disappear on the island? Yet another unknown, so much so that they can only be explained by mysterious disappearances. They used human reasoning to estimate the whereabouts of the rich girl, and they couldn't even figure out whether she was lost in the material world or they were lost.
The journey to find someone has begun, and the purpose of this journey is so empty that they have to fill each other with desire.
They encountered a fanatical star chasing in a small town. People's fanaticism made them at a loss. They came to an empty valley hotel, and the empty place also made them at a loss.
They found their desires, even when overflowing, emptier than the echoes of the valley. What kind of journey is this? It is probably the journey of human desires in the material world. They always dream of grabbing something from each other. Even if it is just dressing in front of the mirror and the momentary throbbing in front of the window, it still shows the image of futility. Their desires, like shouting in a cave, get nothing but a hollow echo.
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