In the dizziness of the cloud and mist, it felt that every cell of the body's epidermis had exploded like a small universe, and the heat instantly penetrated every nanometer of the body's blood vessels and nerves (if it had any) from the outside to the inside. It felt that it had matured at that moment and would never be afraid anymore. It has found a sense of security. It no longer needs to dodge palms and fly swatters all day long, and it no longer needs to search for the smelly, sticky and wonderful food all day long.
Like an amber, it was solidified in that moment of ecstasy. The crackling sound of the oil flower is fixed together with time, and becomes eternal in an instant. It has since become a part of Anle Township. If it hadn't been for my mouth to tear the outer packaging of Taoyuan, it might have become immortal here. But I destroyed its coffin, so that it could not rest in peace, and again exposed to the desolate and cruel sunlight in the world. However, I do not blame myself, this is its fate.
Life and soul have never been equal, and there has never been a balance on the balance of the universe. A person's fate is to God as the fate of this fly relative to me. From the perspective of the fly, the pain and pleasure suddenly expand, and the rules of the world are played by this sympathy and presumptuous guesswork. The change of things is not controlled by you. You were still enjoying the deep fragrant deep-fried aroma a second ago, and you spit out all the breakfast in this second.
At this time, I can imagine that I am another person, picking up this dough stick and going to the boss to talk about it, so I can change to a new dough stick or have a free breakfast. I got a small profit, and the flies, along with its pleasure and pain, were dusted into light smoke by a feather duster. I can't make it a prop for a vulgar story, so I just tore off the hotbed of it gently, put it on the table solemnly, and continued my breakfast bit by bit.
The story is a bit disgusting at this point, but I just ate a fried dough stick with flies in it. You are a bystander and feel like you are going to throw up. I would like to ask, how did you feel when you watched the Canadian madman killing video circulating on the Internet? Is the pain that can't be suppressed, or the thrill of curiousness? Why would someone vomit because of a fly in the food, but feel safe to slaughter the same kind? Everyone has a demon in his heart.
I especially like the movie "Detective of Hell", whose English name is Constantine. Keanu Reeves radiates an exorcist who is both right and evil struggling between heaven and hell, between God and Satan. But the halo of this film is not so thin as "Protagonist Shuai". The reason that infects me is the film’s explanation of the source of evil in the world—God and Satan made a bet to see who can seize humanity without the use of divine power, only by the inspiration of ideas or the temptation of desires. follow. In a word, in the absence of external push and pull, people just rely on the inner judgment of the world, is it good or evil?
The movie certainly gave a tangled but bright ending after all. However, from the perspective of this ending, what makes me feel more deeply is that human beings, self-righteous human beings, are actually just playing pawns in the game between God and Satan. Everyone has fingerprints left by angels and demons pinching them separately.
Naturally, I accepted this kind of religious viewpoint, and placed my turbulent and puzzled children one by one on this thickly cushioned baby seat. It at least provides me with an answer. So far, this is the only explanation for the source of human evil that I can understand. It is also because of this answer that I will not fall into the abyss of complete pessimism and despair about human nature itself.
Everyone has a demon in his heart, but he also has an angel.
If they are well, we will be sunny; if
they are not well, we will be messy.
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