For example, the origin of species on the earth just tens of thousands of years ago - a few beasts suddenly rushed out of the deep snowy mountains. The beasts work hard to find food, work hard, mate hard, build packs, make rules.
Life and death, spring, summer, autumn and winter, sunrise and sunset.
The ragged savages have only a little memory. So pain and pleasure no longer matter. Life is short and crushed. Shortened by the thousands of lives around him who were also shorted by desire. Desire tames the beast into a man, and desire tortures man into a beast. So alternate, sunrise and sunset, spring, summer, autumn and winter.
When the snow began to fall again, I felt that there were probably not only miserable lives in this world.
There are more pure and holy things falling from the sky.
When I looked up, I still felt holy, but when I fell to the ground, it still melted into the muddy water.
But in the quagmire of the lowland, if you can still look up and look up, you can still see a world that is beyond the pitiful and pitiful desires.
People in the quagmire have to climb up the mountain desperately, to climb out of the quagmire of desire, to climb towards death, towards the fearlessness of death and the love of life.
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