Run, wolf warrior, to ends eternal
Through the wreckage of the death of the day
Scent of silence under starlight spinning
A captured beast within a human skin
Are you searching for long lost landscapes
Lit by flowers and crystal cascades?
Where the lamb lies down with the lion
Where the wolf is one with the wild
Run, wolf warrior, through kingdoms' chaos
Senseless cities and ghost towns towering
Howl, O hunter, though few know you're crying
Face upturned into that midnight moon
Are you hunting for mystic mountains
Where the air is like liquid laughter?
Where the beasts inherit the earth
Where the last again will be first
Run, wolf warrior, to hide your hunger
The rain will wash away the pains of the day
In your eyes there are cold fires burning
Tongues of flame that can never be tamed
Are you running from Man's delusion
Majestic madness and your exclusion
To where the lamb lies down with the lion?
Are you running down ancient pathways
Through this dark and deserted land
To where man is once more a child?
Are you running to freedom's fortress
By the side of wide open seas
Where the wolf is one with the wild?
"run, wolf warrior, run", the theme song of "wolf'rain" has always been a favorite.
I think, the "paradise" that those wolf warriors have been chasing after——"Where the lamb lies down with the lion /Where the wolf is one with the wild/Where the air is like liquid laughter/Where the beasts inherit the earth /Where the last again will be first"...that's the dream place Chris wanted.
In fact, since Adam and Eve who stole the fruit of wisdom were expelled from the Garden of Eden, the people who committed the original sin have been searching for the lost paradise all the time.
After industrial civilization destroyed the "poetic dwelling", after "science and technology" has become the only religious superstition in the world, after the "decline of the West", after the materialistic people lost their minds, batch after batch Sensitive and at a loss, the literati and intellectuals chose to escape, choose to wander, choose to fall into the wilderness, and return to nature.
Jack London was calling in the wilderness, Ginsberg was howling in entanglement, Kerouac was wandering on the road... Finally, 82-year-old Tolstoy ran away from home in his twilight years, with this him The world of hatred and criticism for a lifetime broke completely, and in that gloomy autumn night, died alone on a desolate anonymous station.
All this, the young Chris saw it in his eyes, talked about it, and remembered it in his heart.
Sometimes, I also impulsively want to raise my middle finger and say "FUCK OFF" to this shit society, then pat my butt and walk away, waving my sleeves without taking away a cloud of clouds.
I have also been envious of the photos taken by some friends who play outdoor sports. The photos have a clear blue sky like a bright mirror, there are towering snow mountains standing in the distance, and a person sitting on a dusty bag, looking up. Compared with the boundless land, human beings are so small that they should be ignored.
So when I saw the boy who got rid of all the shackles in the film, walking freely in the light melody in the forest full of sunshine and verdant greenness, tears almost burst out.
This is tears beyond envy.
The whole film is full of beautiful music and scenery, simple and cordial affection, hippies and gypsy tramps living in the homelessness and nature, constant violence at home, indifferent and materialized affection, those in the city The piercing sound of the whistle and the indifferent and rude law enforcement officers formed such a sharp contrast, making everyone have unlimited hope for the sensitive, intelligent, persistent and brave boy.
"Go and pursue your dreams!" The sister who knows him best, the simple farm brother, the lover met by the river, the kind traveler couple, the affectionate and beautiful girl, the lonely smiling old man, the hitchhiker... all Encouraging him like this.
So he left, cut everything off, without turning back, with the meditation and arrogance of a lone walker, toward the uninhabited wilderness praised by the poets.
Yes, he has no experience, can't hunt and store prey, and can't even distinguish wild plants. He doesn't have any equipment. He can set foot on the white snow in Alaska with only a pair of rubber shoes, including jackets, sunglasses, and high-top climbing. Basic equipment such as shoes, headlights...do not bother to carry them.
But before the last moment, I couldn't believe that he actually died.
After comprehending tolerance and love, and finally thinking of sharing his touch with the world, he found that he could not go back.
The prophet who enlightened the Tao in the wilderness and drank blood, smiled and closed his eyes in an abandoned bus in the national park.
What a sad moment when the self-satisfied "alone" on the notebook finally turned into a helpless "lonely".
So I began to reflect, and gradually discovered that after he stubbornly burned the money he needed to ashes, stubbornly refused the advice and care of his parents and passers-by, and escaped again and again from any norms and assistance from the society, he firmly Saying "I don't want anything", after he waded the river recklessly and innocently... the ending was actually doomed.
Because he didn't reserve any retreat for himself.
In his book "An Alternative History of Western Civilization," Richard Zachs exposes Thoreau, a hermit who has become a myth, and said, "This son of nature still has to go home on weekends. And lick the jars of snacks at home.” The facts prove that the village of Concord, where Thoreau’s mother and sister live, is only two miles away from Walden Lake, and they send him a basket every Saturday. Food, many friends are regulars there, and even groups have held parties in front of Thoreau’s cabin. "During Thoreau's seclusion, this place called "the place of loneliness" had 25 visitors for a while."
But I didn't despise Thoreau's hypocrisy because of this. In any case, he Survived, and left us with a wonderful and eternal "Walden Lake". (Chris never thought of living in the wilderness forever. This big boy just wanted to take an adventure and write a book as great as "Walden Lake".)
What's more, the seclusion of the body and the seclusion of the mind are actually Are two different things.
These days, I happened to be watching Bosillo’s "Wan Li Ren Zen Tour" (formerly known as "The Art of Zen and Motorcycle Repair"). In the 60s when everyone was confused and rebellious, he was also the author who walked in pursuit of the spiritual journey. In the book is written a passage:
"Some people call this anti-technical person "The Beatles" or "Hippie"... So they hate technology. Up to now, they are limited to passive rejection and escape as much as possible. Going to the outskirts, but the situation does not have to be so passive. I do not agree with them in terms of motorcycle maintenance. It is not that I have no sympathy, but I think their avoidance and disgust are just a self-deception. The Buddha or Jesus is sitting next to the computer and the gears of the transmission, and will be as comfortable as sitting on the top of the mountain or on the lotus seat.”
So Li Zehou exclaimed:
“ride the clouds, ride the sun and the moon, and swim beyond the four seas” (Zhuang Zi • Qi Wu Lun) is Tao, not Zen. "There is no one in the empty mountain, the flowers bloom and the water flows" (Su Shi) is Zen, not Tao. "Walking to the poor water and sitting and watching the clouds rise" (Wang Wei) is Zen not Tao; "Caiju under the eastern fence, leisurely see Nanshan" (Tao Yuanming), it is Tao instead of Zen. ("Chinese Aesthetics")
People have both natural and social attributes. This is an undeniable fact. How not to get lost in this materialistic society? The first-class method can learn from Bossilo, Su Shi, and Wang Wei. Go out and realize that "seeing the mountains is the mountain and the water is the water" and then go home honestly. The intermediate methods can learn from Thoreau, learn from Tao Yuanming, learn from Salinger, and escape. The hustle and bustle, the mountains and forests, self-cultivation, inferior methods can at least imitate the hippies, to play rock, wandering and avant-garde art (drug and promiscuity are avoided).
But if Yimei regards social attributes as "original sin" and completely obliterates them, and only seeks to return to nature, what is the difference between humans and beasts?
The so-called "return paradise" is just to escape from society and return to nature as simple as that?
The ending of "wolf'rain" is intriguing. In the end of the world where material civilization has fallen, the wolves who are struggling to pursue the "paradise" in the wilderness are finally involved in the six reincarnations and return to the world.
Does "paradise" really exist?
The answer may be no, so the wolves who left everything to find it, Tolstoy and Chris are all dead.
Of course, "paradise" may be in the world, so Romain Roland said: "Recognize this world, and then love it."
So my summary statement of this film is: To this world, rebellion is okay, and escape is okay, but You must be fully mentally prepared, and in any case, remember to leave yourself a way back.
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