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Chapter 15 mediocre world

Buddha is on line 1 李海鹏 1583Words 2018-03-18
Manchester United coach Ferguson was about to buy Cantona and wanted to try his ambition, so he asked him, do you think you are worthy of this great team?Kan's proudly replied, the question is not whether I am worthy of this team, but whether it is worthy of me!In the next few years, this gentleman really behaved like a frontcourt god. He turned up the collar of his jersey, looked forward to his own glory after scoring a goal, and became a classic winner in sports history.While Manchester United are a disgusting team, the story is admirable.I've been waiting for years for someone to ask me, do you think you're worthy of this world?I would reply, Grandson, you are wrong, the real question is whether the world is worthy of me.It's a pity that my concubine's heart is like water, if my lover doesn't come - no one will take care of this.

If you think that's arrogant to say, then I think you're missing how bad the world can be.For example, you know, from Heilongjiang to Sichuan, every once in a while, the leaders of a few places decide to start a dog-beating campaign, so as soon as the document is issued, the urban management team members hold a big stick and knock the dogs' caps. gotta smash.What do you think when you read these news? At least I would think that this world is not worthy of a dog.Cheng Hao said that when you see a fluffy chick, you see benevolence, but some people see nothing when they see benevolence.This "invisibility" is really scary.Hannah Arendt said what cruelty is associated with.Citing the example of the Nazi war criminal Eckermann, she said there is a "banality of evil" more widely in some worlds, where some evildoers do evil because they are not inherently evil or sadistic. Or that there is something special about them, on the contrary, they do heinous deeds precisely because they are mediocre and empty-headed.

We often mistakenly think that the root of cruelty is hatred, but this is not the case.The opposite of love is not hate, but mediocrity.On the first day of high school, my classmates and I were called to participate in a public trial meeting. More than 20 people were tried, and more than half of them were convicted of murder.One of the men's father-in-law's family had four members, and he threw them headfirst into the water tank and drowned.Now, if you think about it in comparison, what are American masterpieces about murder, such as "The Executioner's Song", compared with this?I think this little story can remind us where our era comes from today—the oasis of modern civilization that we are complacent about today is actually built on the desert of love.If you take a test tube and analyze how much indifference and selfishness there is, you will suddenly understand why some people drive a famous car over speed and kill pedestrians on the zebra crossing.

Anyone who has played football knows that human eyes are actually similar to those of dragonflies, and they can pay more attention to moving targets than stationary ones, so you tend to pass the ball to teammates running around like headless chickens, but not early in the morning The one who stands wisely in neutral.This would explain why we always believe the cliché that "times have changed" because it's easier to notice the parts that have changed. The writer Xu Xing told a story that he witnessed a shooting during the Cultural Revolution. After the shooting, a coroner was in charge of checking whether the executed person was "dead". His method was to take an iron rod and stab each hole one time.There was a ring on the iron rod, and he looped it around his finger, whistling, as he went from body to body.My impression is that this person takes pride in being shocked by those around him.I'm not shocked, it's just another story about insensitivity.

That's often where the dreaded things start: mediocrity, insensitivity, and tedium.Sometimes when I go somewhere, I have to sit at a wine table with some people who think they are a little bit powerful, and they will always pick up a glass of wine and say, "Come on, step up!" It means it's time to cheer.I swear nothing loathes me more than this.My ass is about to explode with boredom.The way they speak is so formulaic, the sense of humor so impoverished, the gestures of the protagonists so at ease, and the soul behind them so banal and smug, that I realize that this is what I have to deal with. The epitome of the truth of life.

You know the easiest sign of a world that isn't good enough for you is when someone who is not good enough wants to share a beer with you. I hate beer as much as I hate pee.I also hate a world that has neither dreams nor compassion.This can be a serious topic about how to shape a country, how to shape our lives.This can also be a cynical topic.Some people will say, just you cynical youths who talk too much, this world is not worthy of you, you die!This is exactly what I want.I promise I won't live forever.And take myself as an example, there is a little Bodhidharma hidden in my body, ready to find a hole to hide at any time.I just sympathize with the human troubles of complacent fellows who have no holes to go in a place as vast and silent as Jupiter.

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