Si Wu Lu Dao Heart Edge Ben Ji (II)

I don't know if this can be called wisdom or knowledge, and the attempt to judge it is easily defined as stupidity. The book contains all the words, and the words carry all the wisdom and knowledge, and so far all this has not deviated from its original purpose, but the standard of good and bad separated from the worldly confusion has completely destroyed it. The fire of civilization is lonely with the vicissitudes of time; the light of graphics and texts crosses the galaxy. I have written it down only to avoid its loss, and as to whether it is useful or not, I will leave it to everyone who sees it.

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Everyone carried a sick breath, as if they could fit into the crowd, and they said for the first time that there was something wrong with the world; I was only a little sicker, and I was immediately labeled as unsociable, considered a psychological abnormal disease.

What is normal? Or what is a normal person? Have you ever seen it? Are you normal? I straightened my crooked head, my eyes wide open but I couldn't even see half of the head, and I suddenly understood that they were just ordinary people, where there was a little relationship with Zheng, and those who were regarded as aliens were just crooked on one side of the pain and changed to the other side to continue to be crooked.

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My mind began to wander, I didn't know if there was a chance to sort it out, the fragments salvaged from the river of confusion were no longer complete, and I tried my best to piece it together, which seemed to be the ultimate problem of a past life.

Who am I? Where did I come from? Where am I going?

Don't rush to give an answer, before we do that, we need to examine the question itself.

Who am I?

Of course I am me, but who else could I be? That's the simple way to go. Can such nonsense also be used as an answer? Such an answer seems to be a rhetorical question, which is equivalent to no answer. So a bunch of other answers sprang up, making the question more complicated.

I am anyone, any identity, which seems to be fixed and cannot be fixed, but can I still be called me? That is, does my existence make sense? I can't be sure of my meaning, I can't prove my existence, and naturally I don't know who I am. The core of the question can then be interpreted as: How can you be sure that you are a real being?

Where did I come from?

I am my guy who should rejoice, but in the face of this second problem that comes with knowledge, those who are trying to pursue novelty and mavericks will have a headache.

Real existence will not be born out of thin air, nor will it suddenly jump from the past to the present, to see how you are now: how did you get to this place step by step? So the second question can be interpreted as: How did you get here today?

Where am I going?

Are you really satisfied with the past? If you choose to forget about the past and pass the puzzle, do you still want to continue to be confused?

The door of choice has been opened, and how many people have stopped their steps. The road to the future, how many people chose to stay. The ultimate question of where to go strikes the heart: How will your future move forward? The future seems to be far away, and it seems to be very close, and when I look back, I am suddenly shocked.

The rivers and waves are beating away from the mountains, but what is the relationship between the rivers and the mountains? What does it matter?

Water can carry boats, but it can also cover boats. If there is no comparison between kings and people, what does water have to do with boats?

Life is like a summer cicada; like an ephemera. What do we have to do with the world?

The difference between anything is rather its limit, and the boundary is where it stops, or what makes it no longer what it is. - Hegel

If you think about this world, it is just a myriad of boundaries, and the constant friction and collision of the respective natures of all things and the boundaries may be the rule (Tao) from which it comes. And things that have lost their boundaries, because they become a collection of different natures, constitute new things.

If integration into the collection of existing pathological societies requires me to give up the boundaries that I can maintain, then I will still live alone. And as Marx said, "Man is the sum of all social relations", for this reason I would like to believe that one day in the future we can hang like a bunch of grapes, uniformly and independently on the vine of the world.