Chapter 32 sleep and run

As an illiterate who has never been to America and lacks knowledge of its history, my closest contact with American history is playing video games.I played "The Age of Discovery", bought a sailboat, set off from Alexandria, passed through the vast ocean, and went to colonize the Americas. At that time, I felt satisfied and happy, just like Shakespeare's poem "We are young and happy, just like sailing on water." .When I arrived in America, I collected gold, and I couldn't bear it. If the game settings could collect scalps, I guess I would be no less confused than Pizarro back then.We humans have always loved to do this, Genghis Khan likes to collect the enemy's feet, Saul and David love to collect the enemy's foreskin-selfishly think that the point of history is that great people view the real world just like we view video games.

Another game that is somewhat related to the Americas is called "World of Empires". If it develops fast enough, my weapons can be several eras ahead of the enemy. thing", but the situation after that was so perverted that I couldn't defend it.I see my aircraft carrier crashing into each other's canoes, and my stealth bomber hovers over the Indian huts, and I can't help but sit in front of my computer and think: What the hell am I doing? The basis of the popularity of video games obviously lies in the nature of the coincident world.Let's say a player sinks an enemy ship while playing Submarine Hunter and feels good about it, precisely because a real submarine commander feels good about sinking a real enemy ship.My boring thought is: the so-called "game thrill" today, and the so-called "magnificent career" in ancient times, are often killing people like hemp and bleeding.If a person doesn't feel happy when he sinks an enemy ship while playing a video game, then he must have no grand career to play in the real world.A poem in the late Tang Dynasty said: "The poor bone beside the Wuding River is still the person in the dream of a spring lady." This thing is too real, but we don't often think about it.When playing games, everyone will substitute themselves into roles such as emperors, generals, sharpshooters, etc. Whoever has the most power will substitute for him, and never regard himself as a "river bone".In fact, it is really a rough year. I think you are probably the one who lay down by the river and returned to the dust. It is not certain whether you will be in the dream of the spring girl, or even have time to dream.

I don't have a good impression of power. What I can't stand the most is that some people live a human life, but they have an infinite fascination for power.When we were in college, the janitor and his wife in our dormitory were such people. The characteristic of this lord is that if you are even a little bit unruly, he will make things difficult for you until you go mad before letting you in.We are always full of power lovers here, and many directors are also in this style. The wife of the director is honored, and the daughter of the director is also above the top. If they take a family photo, they must be the most beautiful in the world. Belly laughing photos.

I think the "ugliness of power" is the most overlooked of all ugliness.For the first time, I went to a certain Catholic country for a while, and saw many large oil paintings of the families of high-ranking people, some of which were masterpieces of famous artists, but they were still so ugly that they were incomparably ugly.Unenlightened power will make a person's face show a kind of self-satisfied look, and fine clothes and fine clothes can't hide its emptiness and decay. For me, the new CCTV building is a perfect example of the power of "witnessing".If you think it is beautiful, it does have the savage charm of power aesthetics; if you say it is ugly, it is indeed dumbfounded, making people uncomfortable like iron pants.I have always felt that, as a superstar in the architectural design world, Koolhaas is not as stupid as everyone thinks. His ideas must not be on the level of beauty and ugliness.By comparison, Wei steles are ugly, but there is a moral system in Chinese calligraphy that honors them.As a result, Koolhaas said abroad that this design corresponds to the element of "power".The words are clear enough.This means that if anyone does not know what power looks like, just look at the new CCTV building.If you want to see what "Blank Wild Hope" is, you should go to Lujiazui.So what does a "service" look like?I looked for it, but there is really no such thing.

I agree that "management is also productivity", so no one can slander that I am against power itself.As a small citizen who came out to make soy sauce, I just have some ideas of my own: power itself is not bad, but it often conflicts with the most fascinating things in life. The Peruvian writer Llosa wrote a true story about the edge of power. He said that he joined an expedition team to investigate many Indian tribes in the Andes. Nail cover large living space.In one of the most debilitating tribes, people kill themselves when they have nothing to do.For example, a fisherman goes out to spear fish in the morning, and when he arrives at the stream, he throws his spear out. If he misses any fish, he will be disheartened and wipe his neck; He died, so we cried bitterly, and gathered the children to go to Huangquan together.The meaning of this story to me is not anthropological but emotional: that people's will to live can be reduced to such an extent because of fighting each other.

While playing various video games about America, I never imagined that the power I wielded, if real, would push that poor fisherman's family to such an extent.Luckily I was just playing around.The epitaph of the writer Stendhal has only six words: lived, loved, and written.It can be regarded as concise.But if I also have an epitaph, it can be more concise, two words are enough: ran.My lifelong ambition is to run away when I see power, and I can run away as happily as a fairy.In Bellow's novel "Humboldt's Gift", the protagonist's complaint is deeply rooted in my heart: history is a nightmare, and I just want to sleep well.