From simple, to complex, to return to the original

Olin 2022-04-21 09:01:19

Relive this film and look back on yourself from 2013-2019

Although I didn't return to the original point after killing myself like in the movie

But I'm still glad that I have gone through this before I started a family

The protagonist's life turns to a big city

The phantom of the metropolis penetrated his eyes and confused his mind

The sugar-coated cannonballs around him swelled his ego through his ears

The temptation of red dust and the satisfaction of vanity self have numbed the bottom line of human nature

Later, the protagonist loses his most important thing

Only then did I gradually wake up and realize that the devil's spokesperson is me

Yes ~ we always need to go from a binary relationship to a ternary relationship

Back to binary, even unary relations

We always need to project our bad into relationships

Then, after realizing it, I am constantly breaking myself and improving myself.

Breaking the self, perfecting the self... Become more resilient in the cycle

Maybe it's like the movie said "vanity is my favorite original sin"

We always go from simple to complex, and then return to the original

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The Devil's Advocate quotes

  • 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.