这个世界如此灰暗，
我要往哪里去寻找光明。
我要往哪里去寻找光明。
2009年3月16日星期一
独立之思考
年少时无比轻狂，走路都恨不得踏上风火轮，随着衰老日甚，做人也低调了很多。比如这件事，放在五年前，不，放在两年前，我是死都不会承认的，即：我缺乏真正意义上的独立思考能力，更缺乏独立思考之精神。
我们常常可以看到这样一种情况，某人在高谈阔论，文必称孔孟；史必谈班马；格致不离爱因斯坦……看上去好像说了很多，但等听完了细细一品，没有一句是该仁兄自己琢磨出来的，基本上全是拾人牙慧，全无创建，顶多算一个冰激凌机——看起来有型有派，可实际上拿照妖镜一照，全化成人家的东西。很不幸，那位仁兄的大名下，有我一个。
我经常讲段子，段子完了以后也像模像样的有自己的判断。可先验对我的影响实在巨大，我的脑子好像就是个内存，看到的东西放进来，没有经过加工就直接喷出去。CPU才是第一生产力呀，邓公。
人比人，怕死人。以前觉得自己恨不得无所不知，是先知他爹全知；现在把自己扔到熔炉里炼的我是外焦里嫩，就是没个钢型。
不过，认识到问题是改正问题的第一步。（我怎么又拾人牙慧了o(╯□╰)o……）我希望能每天认识自己多一点，帮助自己克服心理问题多一点，往前走一点。这就是这个自我揭短系列的第二篇吧。
好孩子
有时候，人们的心理行为直接投射在他们所发明创造的工具上。
举个例子，计算机是人类发明的，它有两种启动方式：冷启动和热启动。通常，我们在电脑遇到问题又穷尽了在操作系统内想到的所有办法之后，就会说“重启吧”，有的时候，这个看似寻常的举动往往是问题解决的关键，轻按reset键，烦恼都不见。不过有的时候重启——也就是热启动——不好使了，我们就会忿忿的按下power键，然后该干嘛干嘛去了，没准待会再开开，嘿，问题又自愈了！
这种问题解决方式在人类身上可以找到相对应的心理行为。遇到挫折，心里不舒服了，很多人的选择方式是找个地方躲起来，自我疗伤，这跟热启动差不多。不过要是遇到的问题比较大，有的人就干脆消失，换个环境，断绝和过去的所有联系，比如说去火星定居或者去跟孟婆卖假药什么的，往往也能收到奇效。我就是个热衷热启的人。
我从2004年开始“写”博客，断断续续也折腾了五年了，至少在十多个地方开过窝，光在MSN SPACE我就开过4，5个，还不算同一个地址删了又开的。由此充分可见我内心的软弱：有什么事了，一删了之，一关算毬。跟朋友的联系也是，除了几个能容忍我的古怪脾气的朋友之外，几乎没有人没跟我冬眠过。
孔子说，有错能改是好孩子。而我，打算尝试做个好孩子。
2009年3月15日星期日
Beauty
正在背一篇文章，感觉长句子真多，理解起来有些费劲。看完以后只有一个看法：如果美无法形容和讨论，那么作者在干嘛呢？
Beauty
A young man sees a sunset and, unable to understand or to express the emotion that it rouses in him, concludes that it must be the gateway to a world that lies beyond. It is difficult for any of us in moments of intense aesthetic experience to resist the suggestion that we are catching a glimpse of a light that shines down to us from a different realm of existence, different and, because the experience is intensely moving, in some way higher. And, though the gleams blind and dazzle, yet do they convey a hint of beauty and serenity greater than we have known or imagined. Greater too than we can describe; for language, which was invented to convey the meanings of this world, connot readily be fitted to the uses of another.
That all great art has this power of suggesting a world beyond is undeniable. In some moods, Nature shares it. There is no sky in June so blue that it does not point forward to a bluer, no sunset so beautiful that it does not waken the vision of a greater beauty, a vision which passes before it is fully glimpsed, and in passing leaves an indefinable longing and regret. But, if this world is not merely a bad joke, life a vulgar flare amid the cool radiance of the stars, and existence an empty laugh braying across the mysteries; if these intimations of a something behind andbeyond are not evil humour born of indigestion, or whimsies sent by the devil to mock andmadden us, if, in a word, bearty means something, yet we must not seek to interpret the meaning. If we glimpse the unutterable, it is unwise to try to utter it, nor should we seek to invest with significance that which we cannot grasp. Beauty in terms of our human meanings is meaningless.
Beauty
A young man sees a sunset and, unable to understand or to express the emotion that it rouses in him, concludes that it must be the gateway to a world that lies beyond. It is difficult for any of us in moments of intense aesthetic experience to resist the suggestion that we are catching a glimpse of a light that shines down to us from a different realm of existence, different and, because the experience is intensely moving, in some way higher. And, though the gleams blind and dazzle, yet do they convey a hint of beauty and serenity greater than we have known or imagined. Greater too than we can describe; for language, which was invented to convey the meanings of this world, connot readily be fitted to the uses of another.
That all great art has this power of suggesting a world beyond is undeniable. In some moods, Nature shares it. There is no sky in June so blue that it does not point forward to a bluer, no sunset so beautiful that it does not waken the vision of a greater beauty, a vision which passes before it is fully glimpsed, and in passing leaves an indefinable longing and regret. But, if this world is not merely a bad joke, life a vulgar flare amid the cool radiance of the stars, and existence an empty laugh braying across the mysteries; if these intimations of a something behind andbeyond are not evil humour born of indigestion, or whimsies sent by the devil to mock andmadden us, if, in a word, bearty means something, yet we must not seek to interpret the meaning. If we glimpse the unutterable, it is unwise to try to utter it, nor should we seek to invest with significance that which we cannot grasp. Beauty in terms of our human meanings is meaningless.
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