When I sit alone on the toilet and think about my life.

The reason why I sit alone on the toilet and think about life is definitely not because of constipation.

Just as lavoisier asked the executioner to pay attention to whether he still felt after being beheaded, he certainly didn't want to tell cold jokes. A truly great man should have the same consciousness as Archimedes. Life and death, even everything, are vulnerable to knowledge.

So is constipation.

The reason why I sit alone on the toilet and think about life is naturally not because there is no one to accompany me to constipation.

Sitting on the toilet and thinking about my life, I am no different from lavoisier who is standing in front of the guillotine waiting for punishment. I was as cool as a cucumber and didn't realize the suffering and pain. That's not the problem. I'm afraid I'll meet the same dilemma as Archimedes. Roman soldiers don't care about his geometric formula. I have no result before my constipation is over.

So when I sit on the toilet and think about my life, what am I thinking?

First rule out constipation.

My first thought is how to be a man when I was born.

Tellez once said that the hardest thing in life is to know yourself. But I think when people encounter the most difficult things, they will re-examine themselves and think about what kind of dog they are. It is at this time that we can know ourselves. Of course, constipation is a rare difficulty. In the past twenty years, I have made many bad decisions, which led me to sit on the toilet and think about my present life. Since childhood, many people have shared some life truths with me, which are valuable experiences they have gained after living for so many years, but I can't judge. I don't know whether these reasons are lessons they learned in the past or the reason why they live like this.

This is not disrespect.

Although I don't like listening to their reasoning, I respect everything they say and their lives and experiences. But I just don't like it. I hate all the rules, from the formulas of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division in the first grade arithmetic class in primary school to the traffic lights when crossing the street. They say, listen more and lose less. But those people forget, they also said, it is a blessing to suffer.

So I'm not very good at math.

But you still have to wait for the green light to cross the road. After all, I have to live to sit on the toilet and think about life.

What I think is that human beings have spent hundreds or millions of years helping each other and established a huge and complex social organization, which has continued to this day. Cooperation is an extremely important step, and cooperation will inevitably produce written or tacit rules. And these rules are the real and basic principles of human nature, and the rest are bullshit. They have lived independently for 40, 50 and 60 years. You can live to the same age if you eat and drink normally. The question is, why do I need to go through their lives again according to their ideas?

The truth of being a man is written in the law and embodied in social morality, not in their words.

So these people are not qualified to be constipated with me.

I tried to flush with half water, hoping that the sound of water would make me feel something. But after the toilet stopped flushing, everything remained the same. It's time to be quiet. It's time to keep thinking.

Only the roar of water reminds me of the roar of gunfire.

This is a war.

The history of mankind is a history of disputes. In the past, emperors and their soldiers fought for the city together, but now drivers honk their horns and block the driveway. It is both my luck and my misfortune that I didn't witness the war with my own eyes. These days, I can only get a glimpse of the war in the vegetable market. Of course, war is only a part of human activities. Emperors in the Han Dynasty sent their daughters out to maintain friendship, while Jiangxi people sent them out in exchange for bride price. Love and peace exist not only in China, but also in our past history and life.

As Marx thought, history itself is a realistic part of natural history, and it is also a realistic part of the natural generation process of human beings. When I sit on the toilet and think about my life, I inevitably trace back to the past history. The significance of history lies in contrast, which can be either "learning from history" by Emperor Taizong or "educating others" by Trevelyan. But I can't even solve the constipation problem. I am not qualified to educate others, I can only educate myself.

I like to discuss historical issues with people, as long as they don't share the truth of being a man with me.

Philosophy is occasionally involved, from the conflict between Xiang Yu and Liu Bang in Jiangsu to Hou Jing's positive role in family planning. For example, Montesquieu's far-reaching influence on later ideological circles does not lie in his thought itself, or even in whether John Locke lost his heart in the choice of reason and belief.

None of this matters, but what matters is what history can do for me.

However, sitting on the toilet, thinking that I found some truth, I suddenly found a fatal problem. Since I don't want to hear from people who have lived for 40, 50 or 60 years, why should I ponder the truth of being a man from those who have died for hundreds or thousands of years? Even if one is passive and the other is active, these truths are old and decadent, which may be instructive, but they absolutely make me sick.

I was angry with myself and wasted so long.

Press the toilet again, and the sound of water seems to wash away the troubles at once.

I continued to sit on the toilet and think about life.

It's been an hour.

Everything should come to an end, such as constipation and life. After singing "Life is a Dream for Fifty Years", Nomoto Yong Tian Gang was burned to death in Benye Temple, and did not live to be fifty years old. I'm looking forward to it, too You can get up from the toilet by singing Constipation for an hour.

Unfortunately, it didn't work out.

As far as the fate of the budget is concerned, I am not as good as nobunaga.

I am not as good as Er Zhurong.

Er Zhurong once said, "Those who can replace my master will only congratulate Liu Huner." Sure enough, just a few years later, Gao Huan cleaned up the children of Er Zhu's family and took over the huge legacy of Er Zhu Rong-I have never seen such a dig for future generations. I just don't know if Er Zhurong has calculated his own death date. One day in the future, he will eat hot pot and sing songs, and happily go all the way to Luoyang to visit his newborn grandson. Unexpectedly, his grandson didn't see it, but he was cut by his puppet emperor.

Naturally, when I can't count the end of constipation, I might as well think about the end of my life

Death is an elusive thing, which can be close at hand or in the foreseeable future. It is frightening, and it is also the creative source of half of human civilization-the other half is constipation. Mr. Lu Xun said: "If the dead are not buried in the hearts of the living, they will really die." I'm not as far as he thinks. If I don't get up from the toilet, I will really die.

If nothing unexpected happens, I will live my life as a human being in a way that does not listen to any human reason, and then say goodbye to this world with dignity or shame. Of course I don't care what I left for the world, and neither does Van Gogh. What I care about is, when I say goodbye, will I recall my thoughts when I was sitting on the toilet and constipated today, and think about whether I ended with dignity or dishonor?

I am eager to experience my life freely. I don't want to hide this. It may disappoint some people, because their freedom is affected by not repeating their lives according to their ideas. I also long for a splendid life, although I don't quite understand the meaning of "splendid". But I still want to say something to myself, or to others, just like sitting on the toilet, hoping someone can be constipated with me. This may be the meaning of "brilliant".

Unfortunately, when I try to understand life, I seem to be one step closer to death.

Time is slipping away.

I put my hand behind the toilet button again, but suddenly, I met a problem. Maybe I'm not constipated, I just want to think about life.

Not on the toilet, but also in front of the computer, on the bed, anywhere.

The problem is not constipation.

Of course, I didn't learn anything.

It's like how many times lavoisier blinked his eyes after his death, or Archimedes didn't finish the geometry problem before, and it's unknown or unknown.

Fortunately, I know exactly what the two buttons on the toilet do. It depends on whether to flush with half water or full water. Poor Grotius lived for 62 years and still didn't understand the definition between natural law and civil law. Rao, people still call him the founder of international law. It is conceivable that after I get up from the toilet, the name on my head must be no weaker than his.