Before I started writing, I was still thinking about what to write. Maybe just some nonsense. I've been to this little bar before, chatting aimlessly with the bartender last time, had two drinks. I told him that I didn't feel anything from the drinks he made, and he remembered it. He definitely added something extra to the second drink last time. This time I came, a sentence has become our routine communication, "How is this drink? Do you feel anything when you drink it?". Is this derived from the bartender's desire to win or lose? It's quite interesting.
When I went out, I found that it was drizzling outside, so I turned back to get an umbrella. I was thinking, maybe this is my luck, today's idea: bar, words, and if there is a little rain on the way, wouldn't it be more atmospheric? The word "atmosphere" loses its atmosphere as soon as it is spoken. It's a strange language, a strange human.
Walking under the umbrella in the drizzle, enjoying step by step, it feels like being isolated from the whole world, and observing this world at the same time. There was an interesting thing on the way. At a crossroads, two girls were pushing and shoving an umbrella: "You take it", "No, you take it!", "I'm not being polite to you, I really want you to take it. If I were being polite to you, I would have taken it myself." Seemingly meaningless nonsense, but so interesting. Eavesdropping on people, things, and objects in this world is truly a benefit of life. Everyone is alive and living, saying meaningless nonsense, but it forms clever connections. If you think my words are also nonsense, read them a few more times, maybe they are still nonsense.
I've been thinking a lot lately, about the relationship between gods and believers, the game of liking and being liked, and the problem of Hume. Maybe loneliness is like this, constant thinking, various thoughts, various answers. Speaking of thoughts and answers, there is no right or wrong. This is a world where the minority obeys the majority. All the answers you come up with are ultimately for the approval of others, and those who approve of you are similar to you. If you can be recognized by the majority, you will succeed, but you will inevitably conform. The social nature of human beings is fully demonstrated here. Everyone who has the right to speak represents the thoughts of a large part of the people. No unique idea can cause a wide range of resonance. When you resonate, your thoughts are no longer unique. The only thing that can distinguish you from others is that you speak them out.
What about the relationship between gods and believers? Let's start with the existence of reason. Gods exist relying on believers. Without believers, they would die. Gods can control believers, but the appearance of gods is determined by believers. So who is controlling whom? Thinking about this is quite strange. Is the master-slave relationship also like this? The one who is high up thinks that they can control everything, but in the end, it is the one who kneels that changes existence. I also remembered a sentence I once insisted on, a command is only a command when it is executed, otherwise it's just a joke. The image of the gods comes from the needs of the believers. In a more abstract sense, the gods themselves are the embodiment of the believers' needs. Believers are more like anchors for gods, tightly binding their behavior. In the early stages of believers' faith, it must be certain traits of the gods themselves that attract worship and followers. As the faith deepens, the gods themselves will inevitably have traits that believers find difficult to accept, because the world is not perfect, and the definition of perfection will also change constantly. At this time, either the gods will perish, or the believers will change the gods by interpreting the divine oracle. Belief breeds rights and also restricts rights. Am I just thinking about gods and believers? Maybe, maybe not.
What about the game of liking and being liked? I show you all my cards, because I know that the outcome of this game does not depend on how good my cards are, nor how good my card skills are, but only on one thing, whether you want me to win or not. When I tell you this, I am actually playing a little trick, just a test. Your reaction to this statement will tell me whether you want me to win or not. There is an idiom called "retreating to advance", right? I have revealed everything about myself, but in the end, I am forcing you to give me an answer. If you don't refuse, my chances of winning increase.
I recently read about the problem of Hume. I have read it before, but when I read the thought process again, I can still feel the sharpness and probing in it, that kind of oppressive feeling that cannot be replaced by any other question. How can someone question the ultimate foundation, causality, in such a rigorous way? Not only modern science, but even faith is based on causality. But this person, in an irrefutable way, proposes that causality does not exist, and corners everyone. Yes, so-called causality has always been like this. This is not just causality, it fundamentally denies all natural laws. Natural laws are also just the way they have always been. What's wrong with them changing tomorrow?
All sorts of random thoughts, I forgot, what I wanted to say is maybe lonely. Being alone in a bar surrounded by music and beats, watching groups of people toasting. I can't help but think that maybe this is not loneliness. What is the antonym of loneliness? Being sociable? It seems that no one has ever told me, and I have never delved into it. Everyone lives in this world and establishes connections with various kinds of people. Everyone will have their own little world. Loneliness in a certain sense may mean a sense of security. From self-perception, it can be equated.
The singing sister in the bar, the first song after I arrived, is one that I really like, "It's Not That Simple". From time to time, I think that this world has given me too much kindness, and luck is always around me, in every aspect, in the small details that I don't pay attention to.
The bartender, a young man, is actually studying philosophy. It's hard to imagine. The development of things is becoming more and more interesting. This person is indeed lovely. At this moment, no matter what, I have to say that the drinks he makes are really good, and I like them very much. Anything will do, I don't understand anyway, but the feeling of each drink is just right.
Maybe lonely, but not so lonely. Detached from the whole world, but deeply immersed in this world. One person, one glass of wine, one cigarette, some thoughts, some stories, one article, all converge into a feeling. I can't describe this feeling, but these words, each one of them is roaring with this feeling. Finally, this bar is great, I really like it.
There are only ice cubes left in the glass.