The jazz is permeated, the wine glass spins, and the bullets fly horizontally. A man refuses to live a life defined by others, and he wants to create his own rules and mark the world with his own mark. When he left home, he was a soldier; when he returned, he became an outsider.
In fact, I think he is the Viscount in Calvino's works that was bombarded in half, half saint and half evil.
His father said to him that the self-confidence generated by ignorance always shines too much and blinds himself.
A friend told him that after experiencing hardships, he realized that this is actually heaven. The reason we are in it, and it feels like hell, is because we messed up everything.
Years later, he took his son for a walk in the fields while washing his hands in the golden basin. The son asked ignorantly: Where is heaven in such a big sky?
He said, this is heaven, and we are in it...
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