Zhao Xinshan: Sporadic philosophical reflections

God did not create man very well, giving man so many desires and giving man so few opportunities and possibilities to satisfy them. So I hate God.

In the view of philosophers, philosophical thinking is gratitude, that is, an answer to the heavens, to the twinkling starry sky, to the mysterious intersection of heaven and earth, and to the sincere conversation between human nature and philosophers.

The plight and doom of modern people is "homelessness", and the "home" referred to here is not the "home" of starting a family, not your 12 square meters of small space. The philosophical "home" originally refers to spiritual balance, harmony and tranquility. Philosophical thinking is to awaken you, me, and her "sense of home" so that people who have lost their spiritual homeland and sense of home "have a home to return."

Emotions? Oh, and emotion is also a philosophy, as long as it is universal in its time. So popular songs also state a philosophical trend of the times. Because it expresses the joys, sorrows, melancholy, sorrows, longings and anxieties of millions of young men and women, as well as all kinds of inner feelings and feelings that cannot be expressed in words. Millions of young men and women do not state their worldview through popular songs, through Teresa Teng's singing voice, by reading any philosophical works, by proving their existence, and achieving "self-expression" and the venting of thoughts and feelings. What is the venting of millions of people's emotional thoughts not philosophy?!

The soul of poetry is freedom, the soul of science is necessity, and the soul of philosophy is the fluctuation of going back and forth between freedom and necessity.

Philosophy is by no means a pile of tomb dead words and quotations from scriptures, not with the candles of the ancients as the glory, but with a broad mind and a natural tone, with all things in the universe as friends, the mourning of the times as a nostalgia, in the infinite time and space to say eternal monologue, in a pool of deep blue heart reflected a blue sky.

I love wisdom more than I love knowledge. Years will cover the knowledge with layers of thick dust and make it lose its luster and become old and old. Wisdom is not the case. Wisdom is always verdant and green.

Philosophers satisfy themselves with philosophical ideas. Indeed, if you satisfy yourself with something, you are who you are.

Science and art are exactly like tree trunks in philosophy. The autumn wind rises, the leaves fall, but a ring of annual rings is added to the trunk.

The world matures only when the whole relationship between the modern man and the woman is based on the free romanticism of both sides, from the need for pure feelings within them (and not on other grounds such as affection, mercy, or the acquisition of material benefits), and only when the free and same-sex morality of human nature is reconciled.

The world is the sea. The sea evaporated, sublimating into a few white clouds floating under the blue sky, which I call philosophy.

The philosopher does not cry, he never shed tears, but he sheds tears. The tears of the invisible heart are ten times deeper, ten times more violent, and ten times more violent than the tears of the visible. The composition of tears is only a few drops of water plus a few milligrams of salt, and the components of heart tears are the entire blue sky and sea plus the fate of mankind.

The philosopher is dead, but his mind transcends his urn and turns into a faint cloud of condescension to comfort and enlighten people.

Man is only a hurried passer-by for a short stay on earth. In a few years, they will go back one after another, "Where to go back?" "Oh, where did you come from, and where did you go back?" Endless time, infinite space. Oh, back to what our ancient Chinese called the "universe." Because the ancient people's interpretation of the word "universe" was "the four directions up and down the universe, the ancient and modern known as the universe." This is the fundamental situation of man. This is true of the ancients and the present. You might say that it would be too pessimistic to point out this situation. I say that this is an inescapable fact. All we can do is turn pessimism into positivity and transience into eternity. Before his death, Einstein said to his daughter, "I've done everything here," and I hope that each of us can stand in our posts and pat our chests in the moment before we die.

If I go to teach philosophy in big characters and become a philosophy teacher, the first philosophy lesson I give to my students is to lead them to stand under the stars on an autumn night, and let them each have a silent and free dialogue with the stars, and if the stars have an emotional infection to the students, this first lesson is considered successful. For the noble impulse of the first philosophy can only come from heaven.

I don't understand the full philosophical meaning of the starry sky on an autumn night, I just know that it will give me an emotional infection. The earth is a lonely dust in the universe, and the appearance of this dust in the universe is accidental, and the appearance of human beings on the earth is purely accidental. So I came to earth by chance. The starry sky taught me more and deeper than the ten sages taught me.

Scientists believe that the largest book of nature is written in the language of mathematics, the poet thinks it is written in the sway of clouds, breezes and violets, and philosophers insist that nature is written in some philosophical concepts and principles.