Chapter 45 Paradigm dictatorship

I have met not a few people who have a tendency to deify nature, and I have met not a few who have a tendency to deify France.If you mention the Place de la Concorde, Antonioni, their hairs stand on end.Interestingly, once I met several football club managers who were having dinner with a French football coach. When it came to Paris, the managers spoke English and pronounced it "Paris", and the French coach corrected them in French: "Paris --Li!" The managers suddenly realized, and all fascinated and beautifully read: Ba -- Li! If only you could hear the childish voices they make.That voice was so childish and clean, coming out of the mouth of a middle-aged man in suits and leather shoes who thought he was successful, it was a miracle that only God could create.

Another miracle has to do with photographs.I saw a news photo taken by a foreign reporter before. There was a boy looking at the camera with desperate eyes, suffering from severe hydrocephalus, and his head was the size of a basketball.That day he suddenly appeared at the exit of the Wangfujing subway, was hugged by his mother, and looked at me.The stimulation was indeed very intense.Looking at photos of human suffering in the past, I always felt that those images were far away from me, either in the Democratic Republic of the Congo or in Rwanda.But suddenly, the distant picture materialized, right in front of my eyes.

I can't forget this scene in those days.Recalling the tragedies I have seen, the sad movies I have watched, the desperate books I have read, and the philosophy of compassion I have understood, I gradually don’t know what I am thinking about. Later, when I told a friend about it, she asked calmly, did you pay me?I said I gave 10 yuan.She said, then you have been fooled, the one holding the child must not be his mother, but someone else, and he is making money from him. Had Milan Kundera been writing about it, he would have written about it: the brain of the man who hadn't recovered from the shock of the tragedy suddenly emptied and aerosolized.In manga, there would be a drop of sweat the size of an orange next to my ear.

There are so many interesting things like this.Many years ago, I especially believed in the words of Van Gogh's last letter to Theo: life is pain.I think this is the strongest truth.I always believed this, until I saw it on TV one time, it came from the mouth of a corrupt criminal.Van Gogh was comical at once. There is a very famous song called "Behind the Moon".Last year, I interviewed a female theater producer on how she got rid of the psychological shadow caused by her miserable private life. After writing the manuscript, she got stuck on the title, so I called it: So-and-so returns from the back of the moon.I was insane at the time, and I thought it was not bad.It took me a while to figure it out, it's pretty amazing, I even created an ET when I wrote a news article.I can't help but ask myself, why don't you write about returning from the back of the moon cake?

There are too many such things related to paradigms. They are not bad, but the problem is that they exclude more possibilities.The French paradigm, the justice paradigm, the artist paradigm, etc. It would be a good thing if they could be forgotten.That's why I don't particularly like to go to those shabby and stylish bars.