What the hell am I doing?

With the phrase "there must be a place that is real", to overturn all the knowledge and knowledge for so many years, is there something wrong with my brain?

Lost the title of the first person in the empire and ran to such a distant planet, he didn't know where it was. No career, no honor, no family, nothing.

Yuan Changwen recalled what he had done, what was the difference between him and a madman? Who would deny everything for so many years just because of a single sentence. Moreover, there are many emotions that are formed spontaneously, such as the so-called compassion.

But, from the point of view of slashing, nothing is spontaneous, nothing is sacrosanct. The so-called compassion is nothing but the result of long-term propaganda in society.

If there is a global famine and everyone has no more than a fist-sized loaf of bread per day, how long will it take to clear the so-called compassion?

Haha, I was originally going to reflect on whether this kind of behavior is reasonable, but I thought about it and started killing again, and accidentally cut off my compassion.

Are the so-called ideals of "buying a big house", "buying a good car", "getting married and having children" and living a happy life, really set by me? Or are they self-definitions that have been brainwashed over and over again?

It's like listening to the Divine Comedy every day, even if you never listen to it seriously, you always can't help but start humming along. Especially when everyone around is doing this, it seems that this humming should not be suspected, but rather worthy of recognition.

Where does my aesthetic come from? Why do I think that girl is pretty? Why do I think that "pretty" is pretty?

If I grow up in a different society, will my aesthetic change?

Depend on!

I should have discovered this problem a long time ago, there was this glaring incongruity before. I think that perception is distorted, so the so-called beauty should also belong to artificial distortions, such as makeup and so on. However, I would even appreciate the beautiful girl by taking a few more looks.

Fortunately, the question was finally raised.

What is beauty?

If many famous mountains and rivers are beautiful, then the root cause is simply that they are not common. When you arrive at an inaccessible wilderness, it seems quite beautiful to look at the snow-capped mountains, clear lakes, and chaotic grasslands in front of you.

But why doesn't this feeling of beauty last long? If it's really that beautiful, why should I leave there? That is, there's something more important in my mind than this beauty?

If the beauty of nature is not artificially carved and not full of man-made distortion, it will shock the soul. Well, it means that what is blocking my view of the world is the distorted view in my head. It is precisely because of these distortions that I can't discover the world, and all I see is a high wall built by thought.

And when I walked into nature, I was instantly shocked by the beauty that was not artificially distorted, because this is my essence in itself. After discarding the distorted views in his mind, nature and the character of Yuan Changwen should be a thing. That's why I feel the beauty in my heart.

It is also because of the perception in my mind that after I see beauty, it will not be long before my mind will occupy my mind again, so that the beauty that shocked my heart just now is gone. All that's left is boredom, and there's the next attraction.

But there's a problem, like some mottled walls, trees that no one cares about, dirty concrete floors, these are also things that are not artificially distorted, can I see beauty?

Yuan Changwen suddenly remembered that there had been a few times, for some reason, he just felt that kind of dirty and beautiful and comfortable, the pile of soil, the texture of the tree trunk, and the slight undulation of the stone surface, at that time, it seemed that he would smile when he saw these.

In other words, the various opinions in the mind are not assistants in life at all. On the contrary, the twists were like undercover agents, making me believe them, and they led me to prison. You can't see the world, you can't see things as they are, and all you can see is always a distorted view in your head.

So, back to the previous question, why do I think that girl who has been carefully crafted is beautiful?

Is it just because it's uncommon? If there are girls everywhere, with lovely faces, delicate features, and clever makeup, will you feel disgusted by seeing too much? Or, not disgusted, but dismissive?

Like, if you can eat every day, you will never feel that being able to eat is something worthy of kneeling down and grateful, and no one will show off everywhere because you can eat enough every day.

Obviously, aesthetics will vary depending on the era. In other words, it's not that I think this girl is beautiful at all, but that the whole society is beautiful for this girl, so I am forced to think the same way. When times change, society thinks that another kind of girl is pretty, so I change with it.

Oh, my God!

I'm not even pretty in my own opinion, what else is my own? I've been deceived for so many years, and I don't feel bad at all, but pray that the characters will continue to deceive me.

Why is it that children's aesthetics are always different, while adults' aesthetics seem to be almost the same?

I do not know.

That pretty girl is not common, so the character thinks she is beautiful, and she is also beautiful in this era, so I will think she is beautiful. The whole process was completely passive, I was first set up with a definition of beauty, and then I followed that definition to find beauty.

But I've never questioned why this one is pretty and not the other. When time passes, after so many years, I will slowly get used to it, and this beauty is engraved in my body like instinct, as if this beauty is really beautiful.

No matter what kind of society it is, people eat when they are hungry. But not all societies will have the same aesthetic. It can be said that aesthetics, like worldview values, are distorted shit from society.

Seriously, if there was a car on the road with a pile of shit, I think everyone would be staring at it intently.

It's like staring at a pretty girl.

My life is so fake, and I think I have a special experience, a different aesthetic, and a unique perspective and insight. It's all distorted, it's all false.

How different is my aesthetic from yours? How different are my values from yours? The goals I pursue seem to be different, but what is the difference between the essence and yours?

Template life.

I am a reptile obedient under fear, although the content is different, but they are all manipulated by fear. Just like a running race, everyone has different shoes, different clothes, and even different tracks. But everyone's finish line is the same, and everyone runs in the same direction.

There is no difference.