imperial psychologist

Chapter 97 Camus and Sartre

This Bai Yi is a bit abnormal.

In fact, she had been aware of it earlier, for example, on the night when we went to eat chicken soup wontons together, Bai Yi, who had never asked doctors before, asked her many things related to the imperial concubine's illness.

——"I wish I could meet you sooner."

That's what he said at the time.

At that time, Bo Ling asked him calmly if he was also troubled by depression in his previous life, but he just shook his head vigorously.

Before Bai Ling could speak, Bao Yuan had already struck Bai Yi's forehead with a knife, and he dodged it.

"Is this kind of thing you should ask?" Bao Yuan lowered her voice, there was both eagerness and a little anger in her voice, "I was overheard, should you be punished or not?"

Seeing Baoyuan chasing after him with a black face, Bai Yi also realized to some extent that he had lost the point of the question just now, and stopped the topic on his own initiative.

"I owe it to me."

"Why do you suddenly care about this?" Bo Ling asked.

Bai Yi sighed, "I don't know why these days, but I keep thinking about the myth of Sisyphus."

Bo Ling's heart moved slightly, and he couldn't help but take a serious look at Bai Yi.

"Sisyphus...?" Baoyuan's hand stopped, "What kind of myth is that?"

"It is the king of a small country, because he angered the gods, so the gods issued the most severe punishment to him-he has to push a huge stone to the top of the mountain every day, but the stone that is pushed to the top of the mountain during the day will fall again at night. Rolling down the mountain, Sisyphus has to repeat his labor day after day, which is meaningless and endless."

Baoyuan tilted her head and listened with frowns.

The story is as odd as the protagonist's name.

"Why do you have to push the stone?" Bao Yuan tilted his head and asked, "Isn't it just to make him serve corvee? What kind of severe punishment is this?"

"Because the gods believe that this unbearable, inescapable, and endless pain is the most severe punishment for a person." Bai Yi said in a deep voice, "Actually, I have always felt that most people who want to die are also Like Sisyphus, they all want to seek a relief from death."

When Baoyuan heard that Bai Yi had turned the topic back to seeking death, she couldn't help but shuddered, and was about to reprimand when she heard Bai Ling smiling from the side.

"not necessarily."

"...What is not certain?" Bai Yi looked over with clear eyes.

"Sisyphus didn't have to be miserable," Burling murmured, "at least not in Camus's."

"Camus?" Bai Yi's thoughts drifted away with Bai Ling's words, "I haven't read his books much, what did he say?"

"He said Sisyphus was a happy man," Burling said.

Bai Yi opened his eyes slightly, "Why?"

Berlin also opened his mouth seriously, "Camus has a philosophical essay called "The Myth of Sisyphus", he said that Sisyphus' dilemma is actually inherent in every human being and cannot be escaped.

"The average person has three options when faced with it.

"Either choose physical suicide, as you say, seek eternal release from death.

"Either choose philosophical suicide, that is, turn your back on it from now on, stop thinking about, and stop asking yourself the meaning of pushing stones day after day."

Having said that, Berlin paused for a moment.

"The third is the choice of Sisyphus described by Camus - he fully recognizes the absurdity and meaninglessness behind life, but still starts his daily work with enthusiasm, and spends his life happily and calmly every day."

"Actually, it's not just Camus," Bai Ling's voice flowed slowly like a stream, she still looked at Bai Yi, and said softly, "Another psychotherapist, Owen Yaron, also said something similar."

Bai Yi nodded, indicating that he was listening.

"The therapist said, 'I find four established facts relevant to psychotherapy: the inevitability of death for each of us and those we love; the freedom to do what we want; and the fact that we are all alone. loneliness; and that life has no apparent meaning.'

"'However ruthless these established facts may appear, there lies the root of wisdom and the path of liberation.'"

Bai Yi frowned slightly, he thought for a while, then shook his head.

"No, it's not similar. The consultant's opinion you mentioned is obviously closer to Sartre's. Camus's thinking...is still too weak."

"Is that what you think?"

"Yes." Boyi replied solemnly, "I think Camus' so-called happiness is a bit self-defeating and self-deceiving. His Sisyphus gave up resistance and gave up all future possibilities."

"Maybe this will indeed allow some people to grasp happiness, but I don't like it." Bai Yi lowered his eyes, "Camus' theory gives people the hope of happiness, but this hope is an illusion at all."

Berlin raised his eyes in surprise, "Do you think 'the hope Camus spoke of' is an illusion, or 'all hopes' are an illusion?"

"All hope is." Bai Yi replied.

Bo Ling snorted softly, "It sounds a bit...pessimistic."

Bai Yi shook his head, "Actually, in Sartre's thinking, the so-called optimism is rooted in the despair that eliminates all hope. Hope makes people give up the wider freedom and the choice of positive breakthrough. All kinds of results produce illusions, so instead of relying on one's own strength to act.

"Despair means the will of man, means the constant creation and presentation forever. Man has to take full responsibility for his own actions, and Sartre's optimism is derived from this despair.

"It's what's called, 'unrepentant optimism.'"

Bai Ling smiled, "I see."

She raised her head and looked at the flying birds flying across the sky, "I've heard some anecdotes about the relationship between these two people. Although they seem to be very incompatible, today I suddenly feel that the core of their stories seems to be the same."

"……what?"

"Resist." Bo Ling whispered.

"Resist?"

"Rebellion against fate, resistance to nothingness, resistance to everything that tramples on human dignity...just means and slogans are very different."

Bai Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, "Where is Camus' resistance?"

"Camus' resistance is not a means, but an end." Bai Ling looked at Bai Yi, "being pushed into endless punishment, but living calmly and happily, this is the most direct counterattack against fate. .”

Bai Yi was speechless, although he faintly felt that something was wrong, he still had a sense of enlightenment at this moment.

The two looked at each other silently, Bai Ling was not sure if he had grasped Bai Yi's overtones, and still had a hidden worry in his heart, but seeing a smile suddenly appeared in Bai Yi's pensive eyes, so he breathed a sigh of relief .

Baoyuan looked at the two people in front of her like looking at a monster. After a long time, she finally stumbled and said, "You two...what are you talking about?"

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