Chapter 2 The Way of the Human World——Introduction

When it comes to the most painful and helpless time, everyone generally wants to scream. Desperate eyes, looking up at the high and cold sky blankly, the eyes are weak and sad. On the unreachable high sky, is there a pair of giant eyes overlooking this vast land?But there is a big hand, always ready to caress all living beings floating in the world of mortals? It was not until more than a hundred years ago that the German Nietzsche shouted the slogan that shocked the entire Western world: "God is dead!" In our ancient country, as early as the pre-Qin period, philosophers may have vaguely guessed, The gods may have long since disappeared in this world.In Han Fei's view, at least by the time of Yu, there was not much remaining of the ancient divine power, so it was actually a difficult job for him to control the water.More than ten years later, Yu appeared in front of the world in such an image: carrying a big shovel, haggard and exhausted, and the hair on his calf was completely worn off.From this, Han Fei sighed, being such an emperor is not as good as a slave-how can this be the majestic Shen Yu who rides a dragon to command ghosts and gods in later legends?

Or, the ancient mythology itself hints at the illusion of the gods: Pangu, Nuwa, Fuxi, Shennong, Houyi, not to mention the decline of divine power one by one, no matter who you are, you can split the sky, refine stones to mend the sky, Even if you bend your bow and shoot at the sun, you can't escape the doomed fate-death.When it came to Shennong, it was said that only a few weeds were killed. Confucius never talked about gods and monsters all his life.Zilu came to ask about ghosts and gods, and he replied: "If you can't deal with people, how can you deal with ghosts?" Wise sages have actually discovered that there are no gods who can guide us where we should go when we come occasionally in the vast world; and there are no gods who can listen to our pain and sorrow——

Our brilliance, our confession, our repentance, our shouts, our grief-stricken howls up to the sky, at most can only form a trace of light smoke on the vast land, and at the same time dissipate soundlessly in the boundless silence and void. "The living are passers-by, the dead are returners; The heaven and the earth are traveling against each other, and they are in mourning for the eternal dust. " More than a thousand years ago, the drunk Li Bai held his glass in his hand, looked up at the blue sky and bright moon, couldn't help but sigh with emotion, and wrote these lines of poems.Perhaps, for a split second, he also touched that kind of blankness and emptiness.

In the vicissitudes of life, the wine glass in Li Bai's hand has long been ashes, and the poet who dances under the moon has also become a symbol written on paper and left in this world. Only the ageless wind is still circling around our lonely planet.Grab a strand casually, twist it between your fingers, and examine it carefully. Have you ever passed the palace wall of Hanwu, brushed the guard of honor of Emperor Qin, or lifted Xizi's neon shirt? The wind was loud. Let go and let the wind go home.Tapping the railing under the moonlight, the cold air touches your hands.He raised his head, his hair fluttering lightly.The wine in the cup is broken, and the person who invited the moon has passed away. I don't know if the Yiren's wine has been awakened this month.The full moon is not joy, the moon is not sad, the moon is full and waning for a thousand years.Like a round of giant eyes, in the blink of an eye, the bustling world is nothing but withered yellow leaves.

The moon moves quietly, the shadow gradually turns, and the wind gets colder. There is no savior in the world!The human world that has lost its gods, the human world that is destined to disappear from generation to generation, is destined to go on from generation to generation—— Only by human beings. There are tens of thousands of ways in the world, where should we go?As the song says: "Both demons and demons say they are good." Faced with the divergent roads, Yang Zhu cried bitterly that year; hundreds of years later, Ruan Ji traveled to a place where mountains and rivers ran out and there was no longer a road.

That hoarse cry is still ringing in the ears of future generations from time to time until now, in the midst of traffic, at the time of feasting and feasting. There are tens of thousands of ways in the world, and one of them is the right way. But, which one is the right way? There are many obstacles, and some people inevitably doubt: Is there really such a righteous way in this world? When Zhuangzi was in despair, he came to the conclusion that there is no need to search hard. A person’s life is nothing more than a fleeting moment. Everyone floats and sinks in the chaos, and it doesn’t matter where they drift. This life does not matter if it is complete and incomplete. Can not force.He said a dark fable coldly: "The rivers and lakes have dried up, and the fish are thrown on the land. They boast to each other with moisture and moisten each other with their mouth foam-how can this be as good as everyone forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes?" Woolen cloth?"

After losing God, Nietzsche wanted to be a sun that shines all over the world with infinite light and heat, but he finally went crazy.One day, seeing someone whipping a thin old horse, he rushed up, hugged the horse's head and cried loudly. However, there are always people who have never despaired, but puffed up their chests and rolled up their sleeves in this suffering world.They know that in the face of cruel eternity, there is no big difference between everyone and anyone in essence compared with the bacteria wriggling under the microscope, but they still bow their heads and step by step for themselves, Open up a road for future generations - even if a gust of wind blows, it may wipe away the traces of their past.They only know that because there are no gods, every brave man must be responsible for this world and all living beings——

Lead everyone through their own journey. Such brave men are great heroes. In a sense, they are gods and gods! When going astray, they climbed high and looked far; when in desperation, they overcame thorns and thorns; in the rapids, they crossed the river step by step by feeling the stones. They firmly believe that no matter how dry the land is, even if it is a desert, after struggle, it will surge into a mighty sea.When the moisture is gone, there is still foam, and when the foam is gone, there is still blood! They firmly believe that as long as they walk with their arms, one day, this world will become a heavenly "world of great harmony".

On the avenue, I was tired from walking, so I sat down to rest my feet, and looked back at the way I came. Shaking the cattail fan and keeping the skirts open, under the locust tree by the river, the naughty children listened to the old man talking about ancient times. The children were chattering and clamoring, arguing over the ranking of generals, pestering the old man to referee. The old man smiled and said nothing, listening to the children compare the weight of weapons. The river flows slowly. Suddenly, there seemed to be a coolness coming from ancient times, and he couldn't help shrinking his neck, in this summer night.

Looking up, a full moon hangs coldly. exactly: The world hurts the past several times, Still the moon is surging and the river is flowing.