Surviving in a Collapsed World, Is Something Wrong?

Chapter 443 Precocious Child

"Honey......?"

"Um, sorry, I seem to have gotten a little too excited."

Bianca sent a message to let Jiang Ming know she was safe, and Jiang Ming gently squeezed her hand to show his concern.

Perhaps it was the red figure opposite her that reminded her of her past self, or perhaps after seeing a series of memories, the regrets subtly increased her pressure, causing Bianca to make such an unusual move.

If scholars have a kind of obsession, which is to carry on the unique knowledge of the sages, then warriors also have a kind of obsession, which is to fight on with the hope of heroes.

This is the glory they uphold, this is the meaning of their lives - this is the mission that is worth devoting their youth to.

In response, Jiang Ming hugged her arms, smiled and consoled her: "At that time, I only wanted to use my power to protect you, but now that I really see that Bianca has such intentions, it's not that I can't work harder."

Hou La rolled his eyes and looked to the side, as if he didn't see Jiang Ming at all: "Okay, it's not that I don't understand. You have your own difficulties, and they are difficult to vent to others. I just... think that sometimes you should put your rationality aside and vent your emotions."

Bianca didn't notice this, she also looked at her lover beside her: "Well, thank you, but...I already had a place to vent not long ago, and he was very tolerant of me."

Hou La blinked: "Really? Then congratulations."

Hou Mei smiled at the right moment and said, "Well, now that the time for talking is over, let's continue on our way. I'm sure there's still a long way to go, isn't there?"

"you're right."

This was a trial that belonged to her alone, so she couldn't disturb her lover too much. Seeing Jiang Ming enter into the calculations again, Bianca breathed a sigh of relief.

"There."

Jiang Ming reminded her in time through voice transmission. Bianca nodded and walked towards the place her lover reminded her.

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Huge submarines are cruising in the ocean currents, traveling in the web that weaves the world bubble.

Bianca leaned on the railing of the deck, staring at the sunset on the seashore, lost in thought.

"Hey, are you just daydreaming here?"

A mature female voice sounded in the air, and people would subconsciously think that such a woman was probably a leader or a philosopher.

Bianca was like a frightened kitten when she heard this. She trembled slightly, turned her head suddenly, and said in a dissatisfied voice: "Hey! Don't approach others from behind suddenly, Captain!"

The woman's name was Shakespeare, the captain of the ship. She was an open-minded person and ignored Bianca's dissatisfaction. She continued to ask: "Because you look a little dull. Why, are you starting to miss home?"

Bianca shook her head: "...How could that be possible? I was just...thinking about the future."

"Does this mean after you return to your original world?"

"Pretty much. Maybe it's not something a normal person would think about at the age of 12...but I can't turn a blind eye to what I've already thought of." Bianca replied.

Shakespeare shrugged his shoulders. "Well, after all, we have encountered a lot of situations that are hard to describe in the past two days. However, how should I put it? It's not shameful to be precocious in some aspects, right?"

After a brief thought, Bianca looked at Shakespeare: "... Then, let me ask you a question directly. In your opinion, Captain, why are people born into this world?"

Shakespeare was surprised for a moment: "Wow, this question is really straightforward."

Then he looked thoughtful: "How should I put it... Although the registration form can be filled out manually, we can't choose our own birthdays, right? Or, what topic do you want to talk about, [Why must life have meaning]?"

"......You could say that. Think about it, everyone is born into this world without their own choice, and most die without their own choice. And you also said not long ago that the meaning of self, humanity, the world, and the universe cannot be measured by results." Bianca recalled.

"For ourselves, all meaning will eventually sink into nothingness; for all the needs of our loved ones, we have no ability to protect them forever in the long river of time."

“Perhaps for some people, the answer to this question lies in [belief]… but it is difficult for me to really [believe] in some metaphysical abstract concept.”

"Well, you are the type of person who thinks too much... You have to know that if we just talk about the facts, you already believe in values ​​like truth, goodness and beauty more than most ordinary people." Shakespeare replied.

"But I think the real problem for you is that [Truth, Goodness and Beauty] is a set of concepts that are simple but difficult to define."

“Of course, for civilization, [truth, goodness, and beauty] can find the so-called [greatest common divisor], but for individuals, it is ultimately just something out of touch with reality.”

Shakespeare added: "I mean that each of us has his own tastes and concerns, and is as imperfect as the Greek gods, but only in this way can human possibilities be expanded, human civilization will always have vitality, and we can protect some things within our power... But this is not the end of meaning, but the beginning of it."

"Not the end...but the beginning?"

Shakespeare nodded: "Yes. The meaning of humanity as a whole and the meaning of an individual are two completely opposite things."

"You can think of it as the relationship between mosaic collage and the individual mosaics themselves. Every life that one considers to be wonderful is a side note of civilization. Behind every kind of self-satisfaction, there is a person who has left a shadow in history."

Bianca frowned slightly: "...But this only explains the meaning of [civilization], but still cannot explain the meaning of [living] itself."

Shakespeare said as a matter of course: "That is natural. After all, the so-called [life] never has any innate meaning."

“But you didn’t just say [Life has no meaning].”

"Well, because the act of [finding meaning] itself is a kind of meaning we can give to life, understand? We don't live as a certain kind of person, we live to become a certain kind of person. Being able to give meaning to meaningless things - this is the uniqueness of being human."

Bianca seemed to understand something: "So, what you want to say is... our life is a process of constantly searching for ourselves?"

Shakespeare clapped his hands: "Yes, precisely because it never has an end, some people compare it with Sisyphus pushing the boulder. In their myth, Sisyphus struggled to push the boulder up the mountain, and then helplessly watched the boulder roll down the mountain - and so on and so forth."

"But even those people would admit that... although Sisyphus is forever in a cycle of pain and his life seems worthless, this does not deprive Sisyphus of the meaning of life that opposes the gods and praises freedom."

“When you abandon the theory of consequences, you will find that Sisyphus has indeed lived out the meaning of life, and he has also obtained the most fundamental happiness of human beings.”

Bianca asked again: "...You mean, the happiness of realizing that you are not living in vain, or at least realizing that you are fighting against [meaninglessness]?"

Shakespeare smiled: "Of course, in everyone's life journey... this is the greatest kind of [struggle], we fight with the world, reconcile with the world, gradually give ourselves acquired meaning... and finally, in the face of eternal nothingness, we can laugh and leave the stage without regret."

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