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不安之書

不安之書

 

這是一本有意識地將自我分割出來的書,從作者到內容的著述者,甚至討厭的人,全都是一個人寫的,某個程度這本書是小說,因為誰是誰寫誰都蒙上一層朦朧的霧。

可是600多頁,都是散文,都在寫那個執筆人的心情感情熱情無情,所以隔了很久,才來翻閱第二遍,因為某人某事某地某時的文字,就跟天氣一樣,變化萬千,令我難以招架,可是看下去就如同走進天地中,甚麼樣的氣候都有美麗的風景。

他說:「我有社交的能力,但是僅限於沒人的時候,可以和自己幻想中的人物好好聊個天」,我雖然喜歡獨處看書,好險還會知道,真正的人際關係和自我的思維,不但很重要,還都不一樣,難怪愈看愈不安想要逃脫,真的好不安啊~!

也一直在想,不安之書裡面一句話:「因為外在的行動力被束縛了,所以思想可以無限擴大提升。」作者是被會記的日常工作給綁住,所以不時的心思會跳出來到他想像的地方,那我呢?

我是像潛水鐘與蝴蝶一樣,受傷的身體像沉重的潛水鐘,心思卻是蝴蝶想飛,已經好久沒有跑步、騎自行車、游泳、打球、重訓了,可是思想卻去了好多地方,那些地方對沒受傷的我來說也是不可能去到這麼巷弄裡的。

現在還在努力讓身體動起來,偶爾看到以前的照片,說不難過,是騙人的,可如果掉淚又是何苦呢?這就是我的人生,現在開始是用思想來看社會,過去是先做再說,以身體去感受這世界,現在,用笛卡兒的方式:「我思,故我在」來感受,也不錯吧!

「生活充滿悖論,如同玫瑰長滿荊棘」--《不安之書》的話,睡覺前看他的書,越看越睡不著,可是有道理的話,怎麼會不安呢?

因為睡覺只不過是一個暫停鍵,天一亮,人就自動轉上發條,為習慣做事了。


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