刀锋

i hate the overwhelming value of chineseness that invididual is deemed absolutely nothingness if not closely affliated to certain consanguinity or act collectively. it's called culture and sociology academically, but esentially bullshit, where individual tragedy is never absent and revolution is impossible. this ideological obsession to collectivity composes the waste part of chineseness.
这两天看毛姆的《刀锋》，又想到了很久前看过几遍的电影《一一》。刀锋取意于“剃刀锋利，越之不易，智者有云，得渡人稀。”中文翻译，意思本身却非传统中国人的mindset。我们眼中见到的被称之为人生的路，只不过是现场事发后的残迹，no end，no continuity，no conclusion。所有拿得出来表达的东西，皆非你真正执著所在。救赎之路，若附带任何形式的包袱，都将不再可能。学术上，这才叫真正的思想上的modernization。与其说是看破，毋宁说是在逾越刀锋的过程中，一和一之间的那个断点，你早已彻底变了另外一个人。