Every story he writes is the scene of a major car accident. Usually, li dan is safe and sound, and readers are thrown into doubt about life. And li dan's wonderful philosophical questions in the book are his most sincere insurance claims.
Nietzsche once muttered in on the birth of tragedy that life has no meaning, only aesthetics. Li dan knows that life, the universe, and everything else is as absurd as his name, so he doesn't wear a raincoat, umbrella, display scientific instruments, or invent all kinds of philosophical terms that talk and laugh. I wrote a book to transcend this absurd universe and transcend myself.
After all, in this universe, everyone is too busy Illustrator Art Work to think. Behind every word and sentence of li dan's belly laughter, there is zhuang zhou mengdie's helplessness. Humans feel beautiful when they dream of butterflies, but not necessarily when butterflies dream of humans.
Summer homework, entrance exams, corporate internships, year-end assessments; housing prices in taipei, rent in ximending, stocks in tsmc, toys in department stores, an affair with a wife, and a child's temper... It's tiring to live. If a butterfly dreams of a human being, the only rational choice is to choose suicide, and at the same time cast a great compassion curse for itself and the human society.