This is actually a test of human nature

Ophelia 2022-04-20 09:01:12

There is no absolute fairness in this world. But it is precisely because of this that the relative fairness of justice can be precious in this unfair world.

This is the value of judicial existence.

In fact, this is not only a full critique of the judicial system, but also a critique of human nature. Humans are complex and changeable, but at the same time, society needs to be compatible with these complex, lively, and repeatedly jumping between good and evil. individual.

Satan is a devil. In fact, everyone has Satan in their hearts. Life is a test of your conscience all the time.

If you want to ask what is the meaning of life? Actually it doesn't make sense. Maybe it sounds so desperate, but it's so beautiful. There are so many people who really work hard to live in a meaningless life. Even knowing that this is a futile struggle, the amazing thing is that we still enjoy it, find a small part of the good existence, and continue to give it meaning.

I hope that life unfolds as you wish and unfolds in a very vital way.

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  • John Milton: Now with this? Now that you're down? I'd get ready for one of those, Class-A, New York-style pigfucks.

  • John Milton: Eddie Barzoon, Eddie Barzoon. Hah! Oh, I nursed him through two divorces, a cocaine rehab, and a pregnant receptionist. Heh. God's creature, right? God's special creature? Hah! And I've warned him Kevin, I've warned him every step of the way. Watching him bounce around like a fucking game, like a windup toy! Like 250 pounds of self serving greed on wheels. The next thousand years is right around the corner, Kevin, and Eddie Barzoon-take a good look, because he's the poster child for the next millennium! These people, it's no mystery where they come from. You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it can split atoms with its desire, you build egos the size of cathedrals, fiber-optically connect the world to every eager impulse, grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green, gold plated fantasies until every human becomes an aspiring emperor, becomes his own god, and where can you go from there? And as we're scrambling from one deal to the next, who's got his eye on the planet? As the air thickens, the water sours, and even the bees honey takes on the metallic taste of radioactivity. And it just keeps coming, faster and faster. There's no chance to think, to prepare. It's buy futures, sell futures, when there is no future! We got a runaway train boy, we got a billion Eddie Barzoons all jogging into the future. Every one of 'em getting ready to fist-fuck god's ex-planet, lick their fingers clean as they reach out toward their pristine, cybernetic keyboards to total up their billable hours. And then it hits home! You gotta pay your own way, Eddie. It's a little late in the game to buy out now! Your belly's too full, your dick is sore, your eyes are bloodshot, and you're screaming for someone to help! But guess what? There's no one there! You're all alone, Eddie. You're god's special little creature. Maybe it's true, maybe god threw the dice once too often. Maybe he let us all down.