The separation of love and lust usually leads not to the purity of love or the release of lust, but to the co-destruction of the two, which are two sides of the same coin (if there is a third side, either the most primitive or the the most advanced). After watching this movie, I was reminded of Haruki Murakami's "Norwegian Forest" and Shi Tiesheng's "Imagination of a Drama with a Movie as the Stage Background". The shame of man is not because of exposure, but because of the wild intrusion into civilization.
The more you go deeper into your own thinking faculties, the more you despise the whole "illusion" and please the partial "truth". (I don't know if you are like this too?) Man, man, is it a reed? No (although it is a thinking reed), and it is not (existence itself is what exists). Man is a verb-like noun. With its various movements, good and bad, it defines and opens up all our own possibilities—even if this "possible" is not entirely possible. But (this one is a bit unpleasant to use) I still think this way, a reality that contains "unrealness" is far better than an illusion that contains "reality". What's good? Fortunately, we can temporarily dwell in the action and the noun, apply and consume our own thinking and faculties, and use this to send our own "time" and "empty", which is the so-called "life". (I don't know what the modifier in front of life is, I only know that life itself is carried by the body, and the body is where the mind and the senses reside).
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