Acquaintances all over the world, how many people can know the heart

Landen 2022-03-26 09:01:13

There is no understanding, only reconciliation.
The mother cannot understand everyone, including the father and two sons. She hides in the nursing home alone to escape from the world; Beating the wall in an ivory tower; they use their minds to understand each other like a rock trying to understand an elephant.
My brother wants to meet a standard, to get a kind of truth, or a certain understanding of the world, an acceptable conclusion, a standard of life, as if everything in the world can be cleared with a game guide. This mood is understandable, most nerds are like that.
According to Gossip Girl, Professor Laughlin said that the world of appearances is the truth. People have seen it, people heard it, and people think they understand it. This is basically close to the point of view of Poetry Girl - let it be. This feeling is understandable, and most adults do it on a daily basis.
Why some people, like Brady, have to spend their talents on cultivating drugs, and insist on so-called pollution-free, and then after taking out the loan sharks, they insist on beating up the grocery store dude, it's crazy; this kind of genius How does it fit in with the idiot? However, there have also been Zhuangzi and Chu madmen among such people.
Some netizens said that the name and plot of the film "actually have nothing to do with the leaves." This connection actually has three aspects, one is the drug involved in the film - marijuana; the other is Whitman's poems involved in the film" You still don't know who you are"; and finally the famous western philosophical saying "no two leaves are alike" (even twins), which at first sounds similar to the old saying "a big forest has all kinds of birds", and here it points more to Spiritual/understanding mutual differences and unreachable minds.
You study every cloud, how it comes into being, how it moves, how it happens and how it ends, but you're still afraid, you can't touch "what is a cloud, why is a cloud, why are you afraid of thunderclouds" (as in the film Explanation of God and Parallels), all you can do is sit in the rain, listen, and be company.
Duanzi hands: All children are waiting for their parents to say sorry, and all parents are waiting for their children to say thank you.
We hope to be able to understand and long to be understood, but all we can do is tolerance, and all we can get is tolerance.
So in the end, they didn't understand each other, but they reconciled (after a series of sacrifices), sat together under the porch, didn't make trouble, this is probably love.
--You look at me for a while and
you look at the clouds for a while , I think you are far away clouds are very close when you look at me




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Extended Reading
  • Tressie 2022-03-27 09:01:21

    Norton's classmate is indeed an acting school, and he is handsome, unrestrained, elegant and reserved...

  • Ethel 2022-03-18 09:01:09

    4.5 stars. A little like the Coen brothers, Norton's performance is flawless

Leaves of Grass quotes

  • Janet: You still leaving tomorrow.

    Bill Kincaid: I think so.

    Janet: I'll miss you.

    Bill Kincaid: And we barely know each other.

    Janet: "You have not known what you are. You have slumbered upon yourself all your life. Your eyelids have been the same as closed most of the time. What you have done returns already in mockeries. The mockeries are not you. Underneath them, and within them, I see you lurk."

    Bill Kincaid: [absorbing what she'd just quoted] Who was that?

    Janet: Walt Whitman.

    Bill Kincaid: I don't think I ever imagined hearing him recited to me by a girl gutting a 40 pound catfish.

    Janet: That's exactly how he should be recited. He wrote without rhyme or meter. Free verse. Just whatever he felt inside coming out in one intricate rhythm. Pure unashamed passion, without definable restriction.

    Bill Kincaid: I'm sorry, see, I have a few issues with that.

    Janet: Why?

    Bill Kincaid: Because some have dared to suggest that even poetry has rules.

    Janet: Or you make your own.

    Bill Kincaid: Right there, that's the part I never bought into.

    Janet: Because?

    Bill Kincaid: If everybody runs around making their own rules, how can you ever find what's true? There's nothing... there's nothing to rely on.

    Janet: "One night, I split my cicada skin, devoured your leaves, knowing no poison, no law of nourishment in that larval blindness, a hunger finally true."

    Bill Kincaid: Who's that?

    Janet: That's me.

  • Brady Kincaid: I ain't gonna manufacture or purvey anything that I ain't gonna ingest into my own sweet self.