Chapter 5 freedmen in a great cause

When we feel weary of the way the world is going, we look for new hope in the ancient past, not in the future.What is gratifying is that human beings have made some loud voices in addition to idiotic ravings, such as "no taxation without representation" in the British "Magna Carta" and "ignoring, forgetting or despising human rights are public rights" in the French "Declaration of Human Rights". the sole cause of misfortune and government corruption". They give you the feeling of being at home, like a salmon swimming back from a pack of bears and finally reaching its bay.But the voice that strikes me loudest may seem insignificant to serious people, and it is a confession in a novel by the rogue writer Henry Miller: "I have no money, no help, no hope, but I am one of the living. The happiest one."

Miss Wei Hui, the author's first evangelist in China, wrote a novel about vulgar life, citing Henry Miller everywhere like ketchup on Lanzhou ramen.According to foreign classifications, what she writes is "Chicken Literature", gadgets written by women for women.I don't think there is anything wrong with this line of work, and gender has never been a problem for women writers. The problem is that she doesn't get along with Henry Miller at all.There are many rebels who are not good enough for life. There were rebels in ancient times, and now there are "a certain zero". What about the spirit?

In my opinion, the true meaning of freedom in the non-political sense lies not in rebellion, but in "not caring".If a person puts in some effort and does not expect any tangible rewards, then he will be relatively free.His chief will be less embarrassed to restrain him, and he can be less introverted when he speaks.If his efforts go beyond the level of everyday life to the creation of a country, and he is not greedy for power, then he will not only be free to go back to the plantation, but will become a symbol of freedom, which happens to be the case in history. One man, George Washington.If a man is both wise and free, he will forever be remembered as a good catcher among the yawning greatness of human endeavors.

It is clear from the world that Confucius is the most holy man, and he wanted to make rules for the world all his life, but he is really a boring person who babbles.Zhuangzi is a bad guy who wants to jump out of the rules. He can jump more lightly than a kangaroo and faster than Roberts, but why does everyone love him? There's a line in Hollywood movies that goes, "What a lucky son of a bitch!" That's what I say to myself when I think about reading Chuang Tzu or Henry Miller et cetera in my youth.When I thought that I didn't have a father who was a cadre and was not influenced by success studies, I said the same thing.When I was still young, I saw that I had nothing but a desire to escape from an ugly life, and I resolved to be a freeman.If people won't let me be a freeman, then I will be.One day I finally discovered that freedom is an achievement and restraint is a failure.

Let me be honest: most people are not capable of being free.It needs to be emphasized again that this freedom is not political.Freedom in the political sense should be shared by everyone.I mean, they lack the ability to "don't care". I really don't know why we divide people into all kinds of weird categories instead of "care" and "don't care".Everywhere you see people are being divided into "leftists" and "rightists," or "70s" and "80s."I think a good taxonomy is always based on an effective screening system, such as clouds in the sky, some are stratus, some are cumulonimbus, and so on.Once on the way from Beijing to Guangzhou, I saw countless white pieces squatting in the sky, sticking out their tongues to play cute. I really didn’t know what they were, so I called them Bichon Frize.Not a good taxonomy, but at least it takes shape into consideration.If someone ignores these rules, looks at the sky and says, this is the cloud on the left, this is the cloud on the right, and the one on the left is more patriotic, then this person has probably lost his head.

If I had a kid, the lesson I could give him is this: Don't hang out with anyone.I'm one of those libertarians, but I'm not going to hug every libertarian.No matter what, I will figure it out on my own without asking others for help.If you are alone, you don't have to be afraid of so much, and you don't have to care so much.Likewise, I'm not prepared to be in the company of my peers.I don't know what beautiful youth is.If your youth is as beautiful as a tortoise, then even though the tortoise lives long, it will still have its time.