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The reed of thought

Walking through the impetuous urban forest can not help but feel a little helpless and tired; trekking in the desert of life, you will long for the oasis of thought with abundant water and grass. Maybe you have been looking for a piece of text, a text that can guide life to bravely explore the true meaning of the soul, a text that can show the deep connotation of life in every detail, a text that can pluck the strings of the soul and stimulate the original tension of the soul.

Today, I think, I found it. Holding "Records of Thoughts" in my hand and reading it carefully, I felt as if a joyful sweet spring was flowing into my long-dried heart, as if the sun had dispersed the dark clouds of melancholy and the lightning of depression in my heart, and cleared away my sleeping rationality and ignorance. spiritual awakening. What could be better than this? The book of thoughts and the thoughts of the book are integrated into one, permanently exuding a humanistic atmosphere full of rationality and the eternal light of wisdom. The author tells us in this book that has been passed down to this day: "Thought - all human dignity lies in thought."

Blaise Pascal, a seventeenth-century French scientist and thinker, whose main Literary achievements are reflected in the collection of essays "Records of Thoughts". The author was frail and sick all his life. He only lived to be thirty-nine years old and never married. How sad this is in the journey of life! He ran away from love, but fulfilled his thoughts. As the spiritual crystallization of his hard thinking, "Records of Thoughts" is regarded as one of the three classic Western prose works.

Nobility requires a small reason, and greatness is more than an inexplicable absurdity. This is another touching moment for me, just like reading Rousseau's "Walden". I am not a transcendentalist, but I can still be shocked by "Walden". This time, I was intoxicated by the profoundness and profoundness of "Records of Thoughts". The book has a smooth and coherent vein, and the fresh and timeless text exudes a simple and peaceful atmosphere. The greatness of thought comes precisely from its sudden enlightenment and endless pulsation. These unfettered sparks of thought are unrestrained and turbulent, reaching the infinite core of the spirit and the deepest level of life. It turns out that people can be moved by these simple and unpretentious words. Perhaps, deep in everyone's heart, there are some noble seeds quietly waiting for the watering of the rain of thought. Then, we suddenly realized: "Thoughts form human greatness."

Some inexplicable touching and silent sublimity are always needed. Today, re-reading "Thoughts" and remembering Pascal is to re-understand ourselves and examine our souls full of dirt. What people need is an "extremely detailed and very clear feeling", which can realize "the whole thing" in just a moment, and have a sudden enlightenment: "The reason why people are great is that they know that they are pathetic." The tree does not know that it is pathetic."

Although, he still couldn't get rid of the shadow of theology deep in his heart, not to mention that he never thought of getting rid of this shackles. The book's subtitle, "Thoughts on Religion and Other Subjects," is evidence of this. It was religion that gave Pascal a complete spiritual pillar, but this spiritual pillar was already on the verge of fragmentation. Because at this time, it had been more than a hundred years since Copernicus published the "heliocentric theory", and the Christian sky had long been overcast with dark clouds. Moreover, he has clearly established the basic laws of atmospheric pressure theory and fluid statics, ushering in a new era of modern experimental science and thinking methods, but he ultimately failed to break through the shackles of his narrow-minded thinking, which is disappointing.

"Therefore, it is sad to know (oneself) that we are sad; but it is great to know why we are sad." The reeds growing everywhere in the wilderness swayed feebly in the wind, As the most fragile thing in nature, a gentle breeze can break it. Man is a reed, "However, even if the universe destroys him, man is still much nobler than the thing that kills him."

Please should not forget: "Man is a reed that can think! ”

Tonight, when I tasted the essence of his life experience and thoughts under the dim light, I thought that although he was far away from life at that moment, his thoughts were very close to us...