It's not that there's nowhere to go, it's that the old ways don't work

Jamir 2022-04-22 07:01:02

Is there an order in this world? Seems like there used to be. Either believe in violence, or believe in intelligence, or believe in kindness, or believe in old man's words, or believe in something that doesn't exist. No matter what is believed, a certain order can be maintained, once historically.
But the world is simply not orderly, it is inherently random. Those who worship money die under the gun, those who worship guns die cunning, those who worship smart die cruelty, those who worship kindness die from malpractice, the old sheriff who is the embodiment of order is at a loss in the face of desperadoes, the boss of the underworld In the blink of an eye, an inexplicable spike. The shopkeeper escaped by luck, and the old aunt was forgiven for her integrity. This society is essentially chaotic, destroying the order that people just got used to, and creating a new order that everyone is not comfortable with.
But society needs order to function. Only power can create order, randomness can reflect fairness, and killing can maintain principles. This is the general law of the world. Belief in everything else is too naive. As long as you acknowledge the nature of change and master random methods, no matter good or bad, black and white can kill. Existence is bound to perish, the elderly are destined to be eliminated, and only those who defend their principles with death can move freely. It's an old society that doesn't work.
for old man there is no. country.

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No Country for Old Men quotes

  • Anton Chigurh: Would you hold still, please, sir?

  • Carla Jean's Mother: And I always seen this is what it would come to. Three years ago I pre-visioned it.

    Carla Jean Moss: It ain't even three years we been married.

    Carla Jean's Mother: Three years ago I said them very words. No and Good.

    Cabbie at Bus Station: Yes, ma'am.

    Carla Jean's Mother: Now here we are. Ninety degree heat. I got the cancer. And look at this. Not even a home to go to.

    Cabbie at Bus Station: Yes, ma'am.

    Carla Jean's Mother: We're goin' to El Paso Texas. You know how many people I know in El Paso, Texas?

    Cabbie at Bus Station: No, ma'am.

    Carla Jean's Mother: [She holds up thumb and forefinger curled to make an O] That's how many. Ninety degree heat.