Si Wu Lu Dao Xin Yuan Ben Ji (4)

I felt insulted and he didn't realize it. It reminds me of the monkey whipped by the monkey man, who was still waving for his self-righteous livelihood, and I was sickened by the cunning and self-righteous smile on his face.

I don't understand why, I see you as a human being to talk to, and you see me as a monkey teasing, as if everything is so ridiculous.

You don't want to be treated like monkeys, so you take everyone as monkeys first; if you don't want to be bullied, you bully people in turn. How absurd this fact is. You've come up with a bunch of excuses to justify it, to numb yourself as if it were all meant to be. Those who do not want to believe are regarded by you as heretics, as incompatible with this society.

I can't help but wonder: What does this society really teach you? Or did they change and assimilate you?

The beauty of spiritual attachment and reality is discarded by these people, and they also believe that they have seen through the true face of things; the world is reborn in the withering, but they cling to the broken earth and refuse to let go, trumpeting its filth to highlight the ridiculous self.

Everyone wants to be a special, unique being, but the truth tells us that this is not the case. Holding on to that little bit of specialness to show the uniqueness of the self, this is a ridiculous and unknowable sadness. And what tries to wake them up is just another group of stupid people who think they can see through everything special.

All this is true, it is what we must face, why can't the world tolerate goodness and cannot tolerate evil? The world is beautiful, why can't we show ruin?

Believing in making the real real, and falsehood not unrealistic, but this feeling always makes us fall into a strange confusion.

If one day something makes you feel afraid, afraid, and frightened to face it, then it is real; like the sudden appearance of fire in the long night and night, not everyone is willing to believe in its existence; using the analogy of love, we will always be frightened and shy about the appearance that suddenly touches our heartstrings, and we are too shy to face it directly.

If something makes you feel at ease and normal, and suddenly one day he starts to make you strange. If either you start to become false, or it begins to come to the truth, believing and accepting, forgiving and accommodating, this is also the way things are expressed. The emotional changes in anger will briefly stimulate the emergence of reality, and anger will appear real in contrast, but the same anger will be quickly forgotten and abandoned, while real things will not.

I don't know if it's self-paralysis, but I'm willing to believe it. It is true, you can refute it with an infinite number of reasons, and I can believe it for only one reason; it is false, you can shelter it with an infinite number of reasons, and I can no longer believe it for one reason.

All people are like this, hoping that what they believe in exists and is real, but the results are often not satisfactory, and the key lies in our hearts.

Magnets of the same sex will repel each other, while the opposite sex will attract each other. Suppose we are all positive, the truth is also the positive pole, and the false is the negative pole. Obviously it is much more difficult to approach the truth than to embrace the false, but the real thing does not swallow up another real thing, and the false thing is very easy to do; of course, in this case, we do not exclude some beings who think that the false is the negative pole, they can easily embrace the truth, but obviously the real will engulf them, they are afraid, afraid, afraid of their false self being swallowed up, so they begin to move towards the false thing, and the hardships in it are regarded by them as the same tribulations as being close to the truth.

He is true, I am true, we can feel the collision between the real, in the process, we will all gradually become stronger; and the vain attempt to approach the real by pursuing differences, in the way of changing ourselves, then the result is also predictable, that is, in regret and reluctantly abandoned by the real world.