"Have you read this book?" Xu Yuhan flipped through the book and asked.
Zhang nodded, "Before you guys came back, I read through it for a while."
"How does it feel?"
"I'm not a philosophy major, so how can I feel anything about it?"
Xu Yuhan curled her lips, "You're not a literature major, and you've written so many books."
"This is different. Writing a book is not very professional. I'm afraid even philosophy students may not be able to understand the things your dad wrote in this book."
Xu Yuhan nodded and agreed, "Yeah, it's hard to understand. For example, the book talks about the first attitude of thought towards objectivity. The first sentence makes people feel baffled, 'It hasn't realized that the thought itself contains
The contradiction between the thought itself and the belief, but I believe that the truth can be known only by relying on the effect of trouble, that is, the objective true nature is presented in front of the consciousness. It seems to be a very common sentence, but most people really see it.
I don’t understand. To understand this, you need to know what metaphysics is first, and even if you know what metaphysics is, you may not be able to understand this sentence. Many of the junior students in the philosophy department have never been exposed to philosophy before, so
They can’t understand the things in my dad’s books.”
"You actually understand philosophy." Zhang Chong said with a smile.
"It's just a matter of hearing and seeing. Besides, I don't really understand. I just know some relatively simple theories." Xu Yuhan looked at Zhang Zhong, "Why, do you think I'm also very powerful?"
"You are already very good." Zhang Zhong took the book from her hand, "Although the theory is boring, the essays at the back of this book are very well written, full of life, and very interesting."
"Hehe, I feel the same way, but my dad brought these things here to make up the numbers. He still felt guilty. At that time, he told my mother every day to put these essays in, but he always felt that it was a bit confusing. My mother comforted him.
He said that his essays are also very valuable, no worse than those theoretical contents. At that time, I couldn’t untie the knot in my heart. I told my mother every day that my mother was annoyed by what he said. Finally, I told him, your book
No one looked at it, so worrying about this was unfounded. After that, my dad stopped nagging me."
"Your father was hit by your mother."
"Yes, but my father is used to being beaten by my mother. One of them is a liberal arts major and the other is a science major. Their brain circuits are often not on the same channel."
Zhang Zhong joked, "Then in your family, if you have liberal arts students, science students, and an art student like you, it's going to blow up."
"I definitely won't fry the pot, because if there is any quarrel, I have to listen to my mother." Xu Yuhan said with a smile.
Zhang Zhong smiled and turned the book to the back again, "I am quite interested in the following notes. It talks about you..."
"Hey, stop reading." Before Zhang Zhong finished speaking, Xu Yuhan snatched the book away.
Xu Yuhan knew what Zhang Zhong was talking about. There was a past story told by Xu Wenxuan. When Xu Yuhan was in college, she went home for a vacation and took a nap for a long time. She slept from noon to evening. After getting up, she saw her mother mopping the floor in her room.
The person was still a little confused, so he asked: Hey, where is my mother?
But Cao Ruixia looked at her daughter and stayed there for a long time before cautiously saying: I am your mother.
Xu Wenxuan wanted to use such an incident to explain the concept of symbols in philosophy. When people get along with each other, they also get to know each other through symbols. Even people who are very close and familiar will have similar things happen because they forget a specific symbol at a certain moment.
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"I had just woken up and was still a little confused. I felt that my mother looked very familiar, but I had forgotten who she was. Later, when I thought about it, it felt quite strange." Xu Yuhan said while holding the book.
"Human memory is a very magical thing. Although in theory, human memory is similar to the way computers extract data. But after all, people are not computers, and the way they process memory is also somewhat different. Have you heard of such a thing?
People, when they wake up every morning, they forget everything and start over."
Xu Yuhan shook her head, "There are still such people?"
"I have never seen it, but I have heard such a story. It is said that there is such a woman. After she wakes up every morning, her memory will be lost to varying degrees. For example, sometimes her memory will stay when she was a child, and sometimes her memory will be lost.
Staying in college. When she wakes up every morning, she will face a lot of doubts, because for her, the period from when the memory stayed to now does not exist. Just imagine, if one day,
What would it be like to wake up in the morning and the person next to you tells you that you are fifty years old, but the last thing you remember is sitting on the sofa talking to me."
"Don't scare me. It's really creepy to hear you say that. If that's true, it would be too scary. For such people, isn't all their time stolen?"
"It's almost like being stolen, and the time of being stolen is different every day. Every morning when you wake up, you have to find out about your amnesia through others."
"This is really scary. Then I'm afraid she's already busy enough just figuring out her amnesia every day." Xu Yuhan was brought into the story by Zhang Zhong. The more she thought about it, the more pressure she felt. Finally, she looked at Zhang Zhong and said,
Suddenly he smiled and said, "You're not talking about the idea of your new book, are you?"
"No, I just suddenly thought of this."
"Well, but such a person is also easily deceived. After all, she has no memory, so she can just make up stories as others wish. If you watch movies, there are always women who have lost their memory and are deceived by men. And like this
There is no need to take risks in her deception. Even if she sees through it today, she can continue tomorrow because she will lose her memory every day." Xu Yuhan expressed her thoughts.
Zhang Zhong nodded and said, "Well, that's true, but similarly, the liar will also be very tired. After all, she has to lie again and again every day, because the previous liar will lose its effect due to her memory loss."
"That's true."
Zhang Zhong looked at Xu Yuhan: "What would you do if you woke up thirty years later?"
"Then I must go to my parents first. They won't lie to me."
"Then if there is a man next to you and tells you that he is your husband, and also tells you that your parents have passed away and your relatives and friends have stopped interacting with you for a long time, would you believe it?"
"Is that man you?" Xu Yuhan asked.
Zhang Zhong was silent for a while and said, "What if it's me?"
Xu Yuhan laughed, "Then I believe it."
"Then, what if it's not me?" Zhang Zhong asked again.