Identity is his only book that has nothing to do with politics. I think it's very existential.
It's still pretty good. The one with eyelids impressed me the most.
I think this book review is good.
Life is always in pain and boredom, which seems to be what Mr. Schopenhauer said. If this assertion is true, there are the following possibilities: First, life is really imperfect, and God has a responsibility. Second, individuals have too high demands on life, so they complain because they are dissatisfied. Three. The above two kinds. Mr Schopenhauer should belong to the second case. He has no worries about food and clothing. People who walk with his "world soul" every day feel the pain and boredom of life. I can only say that his pain and boredom may generally come from his perception of the absurdity of life-this is too advanced, but I can't understand it.
When talking about girls, Mr. F, a middle school classmate of Jean Marc, said that he could never understand that a beautiful body is just a secretion machine, so he could not tolerate girls blowing their noses. Jean Marc said, "Blow your nose? As for me, as long as I see how their eyes blink and see their eyelids open and close on the cornea, I will feel a sense of disgust and I can't get rid of it. " This is a major turning point in his life-please forgive my rude words-or one of the few sober moments in his life: he discovered the imperfection of life, the defects of the world and the irresponsibility of God.
Have you ever noticed the movement of your eyelids? You observe the world through your eyes, but have you noticed that spy eyelids try to stop you from this heroic behavior from time to time? I tried to control my eyelids, and the result was of course an undoubted failure forever. The eyes are the windows to the soul. Facing our own souls, I can only say sorry for the defects of my body shape. We didn't see a great miracle through our eyes, but we saw a defect. We are proud of being God's people, only to find that he just turned us into a sloppy machine. Leroy, an old Trotskyite, drew the following conclusion based on his experience as a revolutionary, and this conclusion has been silently accepted by most people: it is impossible for people to change the world and will never change it. This conclusion extends to the theological sense, that is, human beings have no right to change what God created. God, what rights are we talking about? Even if we have the intention to change God's creation, where does our strength come from?
This is indeed a great blow to the pride of human ignorance, but it is a fact. Do we think that with our intelligence and scientific strength, we can find DNA and clone a little sheep, so we can make irresponsible remarks about God and be fearless? Unfortunately, the answer is no. All the achievements we have made are just a little poor charity from his old man's house within the scope of God's permission. What are we? It's just God's human flesh-God is like a vampire, and vampires in Oscar Pistorius also call human beings their food-God wants you to love each other, but in fact, he wants you to make love, fuck you and have offspring-to produce human flesh!
I was so excited that I accidentally revealed the secret of God. However, these are clearly written in Milan Kundera's novel "Identity", so God should find trouble with him first, and then forgive my sins. In fact, the world is not perfect, what a pity life is. At least we can put all the responsibility on our father, God. Unfortunately, a person is born between heaven and earth, and will be offended by the same kind from time to time. That kind of hostile or non-hostile snooping, under the banner of aboveboard-like chantal's enthusiastic sister-in-law, with moving tears-is like an adult watching the fetus masturbate. These adults have tears in their eyes, which is a bit puzzling. If the fetus is conscious, it will be uncomfortable to scold them for being stupid. I admit that privacy is noble because it has been violated. I admit that legal provisions give privacy some protection, which is the embodiment of human civilization. However, in another sense, according to an ideal hypothesis, there is no such provision in the world. Does this mean that everyone has a correct attitude towards privacy and is unwilling to offend others?
And a person, how to survive?
Find a lover, lover, you are my ID card. The precious legacy of ancient Greek philosophers-who am I-can only be verified in your eyes. We had dinner in the open air and sat on the wooden balcony on the water, surrounded by white: boards, tables, chairs, tablecloths, everything was white. The lamppost is painted white and the light is white. The moon in the sky is also white, which makes its surroundings white. This white color reminds you of death? Yes, this is death, life only exists between me and my lover, and the eyes of others are just a commemoration for us. In a piece of white, any metaphor of roses will die, and the black stems will not survive. Are we isolated from the world? No, even if the world can't provide us with fun, it can at least provide us with materials to speak. The world is one thing, and you and I are another. The whole world can't invade us, but we can laugh at the whole world. Dear, please forgive me. In order to shuttle between our world and another world, I want to prepare more faces, joking in our world and being serious in their world. Sometimes it will surprise you. Even when I come back to you, it will take a few seconds for my intimacy to change from stiff to soft. But it doesn't matter, you will redefine my identity and remind me of my identity. My name is printed on you. I can read it out loud and follow it to avoid getting lost in that boring and painful world.
Our world is fragile. We should prevent others from peeping, and also prevent you from writing me love letters in the name of other opposite sex. However, our world is also strong. Peeping and your carelessness will become an elusive dream yesterday morning. The boundary between dream and reality may be really blurred. Look at each other like this now, and miss each other now.
We can leave the lights on all night.