The inexplicable judgment is the trepidation of the heart, and reading Kafka's "Judgment" has a feeling

I watched Kafka's "Trial" intermittently for three days. Regardless of whether this is a trial or a lawsuit, for the end of a knife, and then turned twice, K hung up, or felt a little abrupt. Kafka's novels were published later, and I don't know if he was sure of a satisfactory ending, I think it's a little sloppy, but I think it should be finished otherwise. Think about it, if you are in the early morning of a certain day, it is not the morning sun, nor breakfast, nor a good morning, but several people watching you wake up and telling you that you have been arrested, what do you think. Inexplicably. From the beginning to the end, you don't know what to judge? This is probably one of K's ideas. Ask yourself if you've ever made a mistake. But is it time to be judged? Or is it just moral upset? Reading martial arts novels, it is always said that people in the rivers and lakes can't help themselves. This is probably the contradiction between freedom and equality. But what about equality or inequality? It should be uneven, the oligarch that is the call of willful freedom. By the way, before Qin Shi Huang, everyone was called Yuan, and the ghost knew what Yin Zheng thought, and after that, the emperor called himself Yuan.

Calling yourself something doesn't seem to require anyone else to say anything, but it doesn't seem to be possible. There is a whole system to ensure the order of the operation of society, and it seems to be able to say what can and cannot be said, and what it seems to be able to do and what cannot be done. K falls into such a system. From the beginning to the end, I don't understand what K has done, except for the female neighbor, the woman who is a court clerk, the lawyer's nanny, it seems that there is a disconnect at once, and even intimate behavior. This is a bit surprising. Does it indicate some kind of nature of K? Or is it the nature of food color, driven by desire? There is a noticeable fast-forward taste. However, the absurd is often the projection of reality. Admittedly, there is always something involuntary happening. We just sighed. Destiny is up to heaven, not by me. Sometimes it's like a parable, just to make a look, not your heart.

The trial comes from a system that we cannot sway. Like, living to feel like you can decide what to eat for the next meal. But is that really the case? Can we really live freely and care less about other people's eyes? Or are we afraid to enter a world where others judge us? What has a box is already clear, and what is not a box is unknown to us. One already, one will. In the face of judgment, our greatest fear is the unknown. I don't know what others know about us, or even for self-knowledge. You've come across people who say things they don't think of, but they care about, and they're negative. Maybe surprised, but helpless. This uncertainty is torturous.

At first I said I wasn't satisfied that K just died like this, and the end chapter was short. Maybe I feel like a tiger, but I don't know what to write, from beginning to end, and I don't spread out why K was tried. Does this indicate that this is a universal phenomenon? Or is it a universal form?

Without thought, there may be no simplicity. Born to be human, always judgmental.

I recommend it to everyone to read it. You will feel that the original novel can also be so without any big plot, big ambition, can also attract you. Like my favorite Coen Brothers and Quentin Tarantino movies, it's not a big deal? However, it is possible to humor it in black.

Such nonsense, Yu is not one by one.