Lawrence, the world is on our backs. No, the world is deconstructed by us. Consider two scenarios. You see people flattering, smiling, hiding swords, duplicity, you know these fake faces, mocking such hypocrisy, so you know that appearances are deceptive, should you use the proximity of the soul as a touch? What about the comfort standard? Maybe. Then in another case, the handsome and handsome Lawrence you love is no longer Lawrence because he wears a short skirt wig. You are confused, angry, embarrassed, and tormented. Oh, turns out Lawrence is Lawrence because of the short hair, beard, jacket, not because his soul is Lawrence. The so-called appearance is deceptive, and the truth that you should know a person through the soul and not the body can be turned away in the blink of an eye. Soul approaching? Empathy? It's all shit. So what exactly went wrong, is it candid? I thought disguise was even scarier. Masks are easy to see through, but you can't know how many layers of masks there are, and you can't get the truth. The self of the ugly abyss beneath the layers of masks is not necessarily better than the self exposed by Lawrence. So let's be frank, Lawrence, your naked self-presentation to false and weak people is a chance to get them in the way. Anyway, I'm just glad that Lawrence got his freedom.
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