Chapter 1,712 Bruce Wayne and the Chamber of Secrets (10)
"What exactly is madness?"
Schiller stood up from the sofa and walked to the screen. He glanced around with his unfocused gray eyes, but seemed not to see anything. However, the people he looked at immediately noticed something different. This time, he looked around.
The morbid condition does not look so calm and mysterious, but seems to be filled with a kind of passion that ordinary people cannot understand.
He stood in the center of the room and asked questions to everyone like a great orator. He seemed to be expecting answers, but he seemed to be even more looking forward to interpreting the answers given by others. A strong desire to comment and tell made him
He looks like an artist looking inward for himself, but also like a hunter looking outward for answers.
"Pathologically, all the craziness people feel is because there's something wrong with the way their brains work."
Bruce was the first to give an answer, but everyone knew that this extremely rational view must be followed by a twist. Sure enough, "but" was like a hound chasing a rabbit, appearing in a way that no one could see clearly.
"But the most meaningful part of the study of madness has never been how the pathological brain works after the problem occurs, but how it causes the problem, which involves a series of complex sociology, psychology, and spirituality.
The issue of disease can be called a comprehensive subject."
"And if any researcher does not pay attention to this process and rushes through it, or if this process is compressed into a very short period of time and completed overnight by a mysterious existence that does not require much explanation, then we say
It’s a step away from madness.”
Schiller nodded slightly, but he did not comment immediately. Instead, he turned to look at Pamela. Pamela showed an attitude of "I agree with him, but I still have my own opinions to say."
With an expression on her face, she sorted out her words slightly, and then said.
"The moment of madness is like a dividing line. The world before and after is completely different for human beings. The part we call art is not what is after this dividing line, but what is before that creates madness.
, the first half of a madman’s life as a normal person.”
"Suffering cannot create strength, but tragedy must produce art. What we need to appreciate carefully is what happened in the first half of a madman's life, including the loss of shape and quality in the human social structure, the loss of love in the process of interpersonal communication, and the loss of heart in the process of self-understanding.
Immorality reflects the tragic part of the human race."
“If the numerous fruits of human civilization are like towers above the ground, explaining how our rational logic can create miracles, then the madness caused by these tragedies is like the abyss below the ground, which explains how our chaos is.
How art is made, everyone but some exaggerated orators must admit that it is a beautiful part of the human mind."
Bruce turned to look at Pamela. He knew that Pamela barely understood Schiller's mind, but she still used a precise and shocking metaphor to describe everything about Schiller's mind. It was as if it was carefully crafted by God.
Inspiration is a treasure given by madness, and no rational analysis can replace it.
"But usually, this group of gods, I mean, the group I know, the gods in our universe that can bring people crazy, we usually call them the existence deep in the stars, they only exist because of human observation
And listening to them makes you crazy, but only because humans cannot understand their existence. They are more like a natural disaster, but the way they behave is difficult to look directly at."
Strange said this, but he was not excusing the gods. He just wanted to take this opportunity to understand why this was and what the meaning of this madness that most of them could not experience or understand.
"I understand what you mean." Constantine nodded and said: "They just exist. Human beings go crazy when they try to understand them. This madness is not caused by them, so whose sin is it?"
"Really?" Schiller asked: "That child, the girl who attacked Harley, went crazy because she communicated with the existence deep in the stars? What about the previous one?"
"I'm not completely sure." Strange replied: "The connection with the Demon God is more like a fatalism. It is difficult to tell whether the believer found the Demon God or the Demon God chose the believer, so this kind of accident often occurs——
The two parties are incompatible with each other, and because the demon is too powerful, humans are always the ones who get hurt."
"But we can't turn all children into flowers in a greenhouse and prevent them from contacting the powerful existences in the universe. It will only be a slow death for humans. Someone has to stand up."
"Do you think these crazy attacks in schools are just the consequences of failed communication with the devil?"
Strange fell silent, because he could clearly hear that the dangerous Schiller in front of him had different opinions from him, and he was actually not entirely sure whether this was just an accident.
"This is about talking about what madness is. Let's take our thinking away from the philosophical and symbolic meanings and just talk about practical things. When a mentally ill person who falls into madness attacks others, the choice of victim will be obvious.
tendency?"
Everyone present frowned. This was a question they had to think about. Constantine hesitated and said: "I heard that many patients with mental illness attack others because they see hallucinations, and other people in the hallucinations
Man becomes a monster.”
"Is there a pattern to the way he sees hallucinations? Are he meant to see those horrific hallucinations in people weaker than him and those unable to fight back after his attack?"
"Nonsense." Strange shook his head and said, "There is no such possibility at all. If the brain disorder affects the visual and auditory nerves, then the visual and auditory disorders caused by the neurological abnormalities are completely random.
There cannot be any reliable rules, otherwise it would not be called chaos."
The frowns of the others deepened, and they were obviously aware of a problem. Why did the attackers in the crazy campus attacks attack lower-grade humans so purposefully?
"We often hear about cases like this." Schiller began to pace in front of the screen, lowered his head slightly and said: "A mentally ill person ran into the street, stabbed a woman, the elderly or a child with a sharp weapon, and because of his illness
Found not guilty."
"But usually, a responsible psychiatric doctor would not prescribe a psychiatric diagnosis to such a person who was in the stage of attack at the time of the murder, because it is impossible for a mentally ill patient with real symptoms of neurological disorder to choose the target of his attack."
"The aggression they show is more out of the need for self-defense after seeing dangerous hallucinations. The vast majority of injury cases caused by patients with mental illness occur suddenly in close contact with medical staff.
Caused by physical collision."
"No real lunatic can hold a sharp weapon, open the door smoothly, walk down the stairs to the street without falling, and carefully select a target who is almost unable to resist to harm. Mental illness is just a defense.
excuse."
After Schiller finished speaking, he looked at Bruce. Bruce shrugged indifferently and said: "Just like the clown, he is the opposite of madness, with rigorous logic and careful planning. He does not have any symptoms of neurological disorders. He is just a pure reaction."
Social personality.”
Zatanna heard the implication of their conversation, she touched her chin and said: "Indeed, if the madness you said is caused by the existence deep in the stars is the kind of thing that cannot be seen directly.
How could the attacker who rushed down the corridor use magic with a wand?"
"In fact, both magic attacks are very accurate. The first one is aimed at the head, and the second one even has a tendency to predict the attack." Constantine commented objectively: "I don't know what the mage apprentice in your universe is like.
What level is it, but he is considered a good hand here, some people can't be so accurate with guns."
"This is a kind of guided, directional madness, not simple chaos and chaos." Schiller concluded, then he looked at Strange and said: "What makes Harley and other Gothamites angry the most is
The point is that he uses madness as a disguise for crime, and he is blaspheming the art of human tragedy."
"Why does he use this to excuse himself?" Pamela said coldly: "Since he has the power to drive people crazy, why doesn't he destroy what he wants to destroy openly? Or is he actually afraid?
?”
"Okay, let me summarize."
Constantine sighed helplessly, feeling that he was trapped in a ridiculous tragedy because he was the most normal human being in the room. He didn't know if art could be born from this kind of tragedy. He just felt that he was going crazy, so
He had to clear his mind and said.
"We assume that the mastermind behind the campus attack may be a powerful being like a demon. In fact, he did not naturally drive these students crazy because of his existence, but may have controlled and manipulated them to pretend to be crazy and create crimes.
.”
"And you." Constantine glanced at the people in the room and said: "You admire the tragic stories that lead to madness, and can appreciate the art that emerges from them. You think that the actions of those behind the scenes to absolve themselves of guilt are half of the achievements of human thinking.
Gross blasphemy.”
Schiller turned his head, seemingly a little surprised by Constantine's ability to summarize. He just glanced at him, and Constantine's state was probably, "I want to find a crack in the ground to crawl in, but even if there are ten million here
"I'm not sure I have a chance to get into the cracks in the ground." So he just lay there and said nothing.
"People born in the city of Gotham have more opportunities to receive this art than others." Pamela said in her indifferent tone: "We are walking on this road until one day we touch
Once you reach that dividing line, you will be proud of creating this crazy tragic art for the rest of your life."
Bruce said like an instinct: "Accept yourself calmly to become the monster created by the tragedy of the first half of your life. Regardless of whether others can understand it or not, we all enjoy ourselves in appreciating this art, just like...just like bats."
They all understood his metaphor, and they all understood that this was the path he was supposed to take, and this was the path that every Gothamite had to take. When they completely crossed that crazy dividing line,
It is the tragedy in the first half of their lives that allows them to still retain artistic quality in their madness, and still have abundant inspiration to burst out from it, so that they still have the ability to appreciate beauty.
It is this ability that makes them different from other madmen, creating a kind of lucid madness that is unique to them. It is even genius, full of vitality, and can represent half of human thinking achievements. It can even be said to be amazing.
Fascinated.
"Let's talk about Miss Harley Quinzel again." Schiller's voice echoed in the room.
At the same time, the blizzard hovering over the Himalayas that had been on the screen finally stopped. It was a night darker than a snowy night.
At the center of everyone's discussion, a girl named Harley Quinzel left her dormitory in darkness.