The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

In the apartment room, Gwen Spider-Man was lying weakly in front of the table and looking at the dizzying vocabulary of papers on the tablet. Schiller stood behind her on the left, Natasha stood behind her on the right, and Gwen Spider-Man sighed Said in one breath.

Is there a mistake! You two are dead and you still don't let me go?! And I said, I checked the spelling, but the software I use is not that smart, and I'm not an aborigine in your universe, If you don't understand your advanced artificial intelligence error correction, you have to understand this.

So what's with all these word glues without spaces, missing periods, and mid-word breaks? What's with all these soft returns that mess up formatting?

Probably because I wrote in the middle of the night and got dizzy and pressed the wrong button. Gwen Spider-Man searched for an excuse, she wailed, and slapped her whole body on the table like a puddle of mud, and said, Forgive me, I'm not material for studying! It's really not good, wouldn't it be good for you to torture the Gwen of your universe? She will be happy to have academic discussions with you.

Schiller walked to the window of the apartment, sat on a chair, looked at Gwen Spiderman and said, You have to come up with a decent article, otherwise what will I use to prevaricate Professor X? Only he thinks you are here with me. If you study well, you will temporarily dispel his idea of ​​letting you transfer to him.

Gwen Spider-Man sighed deeply, resigned to her fate and began to revise her thesis. After she revised a version, Schiller read the details of her article on a tablet and asked, I heard that you are very interested in punk culture. interested?

Part of it. Gwen Spiderman handed the two cans of soda he had just brought over to Natasha and Schiller, and then said, It's hard to avoid this when you play rock and roll.

Which is your favorite band?

Sex Pistols, cliché. Gwen Spider-Man sat on the edge of the bed with his legs spread apart, his hands on the edge of the bed between his legs, and said while drinking a soda: I think they were revolutionary and far-reaching.

That's true in rock music, but what about deathpunk?

Gwen Spider-Man thought for a while and said: I rarely have the opportunity to discuss this, because as soon as people hear this term, they think it is a group of gangsters wearing black lipstick and nails all over their bodies. Boy, people don't want to get themselves down to this, so they generally avoid talking about it.

I heard that you also have research on nihilism.

Punk itself has a nihilistic nature, but I want to correct a misunderstanding. Although I am also very interested in mysticism, they are actually opposite. Mysticism emphasizes existence but the unknowable, while nihilism emphasizes meaninglessness. and does not exist.

You said you don't often talk about it with people, so have you ever had a chance to talk about it?

Gwen Spider-Man took a sip of soda, nodded and said, I still have a few friends, and I often discuss this with the bass player in the band. Compared with the truth, there is no such common nihilistic view, The view I take is more like 'Truth is unattainable, so all pursuit is futile'.

It's the same if you replace truth with any other vocabulary. Human beings have so little. Even if this universe is so rich, tragedy still appears and disappears in an individual's life. It's better to give up and accept that this can only be empty. An unfulfilled fate.”

When Gwen Spider-Man said these words, there was no decadence and sadness in his tone, as if he was explaining his point of view academically, and Schiller didn't want to refute or persuade her, he just said: It's very interesting. Opinion, have you heard of any famous people with similar views?

There are too many, of course the most famous one is Nietzsche, European nihilism and so on, but I am not very interested in politics and philosophy, I still prefer rock and roll.

Do you think the trend of praising nothingness comes naturally?

Facing this question, Gwen Spider-Man was a little stunned. She frowned, and just about to say something, Schiller shook her head and said, I'm not talking about some kind of cult, but you think that if you don't Interference, can humans recognize nothingness?

Gwen Spider-Man thought for a while, and then said: I'm not sure whether we have realized nothingness now. Human beings' understanding of the universe is very shallow. We interpret this as non-existence, perhaps because we can only understand it. This level.

Do you think you understand better than other people?

Uh...I... Gwen was a little confused by Schiller's questions. She grabbed the long hair at the back of her head with her hand, sat cross-legged on the bed and looked at Schiller and asked, Why do you suddenly care about this? Dean Schiller, you don't look like someone who would be interested in punk.

I think you should answer my question head-on, especially while your paper is still in my hands, Miss.

Gwen Spider-Man sighed, waved his hand in front of his face and said: I can't say I understand it very well, it's not that I'm humble, it's just that I said I don't know much about philosophy, at best I understand some music styles.

So how about writing a paper from there?

ah???

Gwen Spider-Man glared at Schiller with an expression on his face that seemed to say, Is your map of Yan Kingdom a bit too short?

Schiller looked at the contents of the tablet in his hand and said: I only talked about the spelling mistakes and formatting problems of the paper, but not the content. If I have to comment, this paper will have a serious impact on my education career. Quite a major blow and I do not recommend that this article be seen by anyone but me.

Ah, is it really that bad? Gwen Spiderman groaned like a fake cry, Schiller put the tablet on the table next to him, shook his head and said, I don't want to force you to learn what you can't learn stuff, that's why I wanted to find a topic you're interested in, and you've got to finish a thesis.

Gwen Spider-Man hesitated for a moment and said, It's not a problem to write it, but I haven't written this kind of subject, maybe it will be worse?

Punk culture and nihilism are relatively niche subjects. As long as you have your own point of view and have something to say, it will not be much worse than you are in mature disciplines with similar situations in sociology and international relations. Wouldn’t it be better to open up a new track of your own?”

Gwen Spider-Man had no choice but to agree. She didn't want to really transfer to the college where Professor X was. Charles was a very experienced teacher, and he was very strict in his studies. Then Gwen Spider-Man wouldn't be able to do the same three days as now. Fishing for two days and posting on the net can still earn enough credits.

Just when Gwen Spiderman was thinking about how to start the topic, Schiller said again: Have you considered the relationship between nihilism and religion and theology?

Gwen Spiderman opened her eyes slightly, but she still shook her head and said, I don't know much about these two aspects, should I write about similar subjects?

I think you can analyze it from these two aspects. You also mentioned that nihilism is the opposite of mysticism, and mysticism is inseparable from religion and theology. It should be a good idea to start from this point.

Gwen Spider-Man nodded while thinking, thinking that what Schiller said made sense, and at this time Schiller stood up, picked up the tablet on the table and handed it to Gwen Spider-Man, and then said: We still I have other things, so I will leave first, I hope that when I come here next time, I can see your masterpiece, Miss Gwen.

Uh, about when was that?

How about three days later?

My God! This time is too short!

This is your payback for wasting time in the past, go ahead.

Ignoring Gwen Spider-Man's screams, Schiller and Natasha left Gwen Spider-Man's rented apartment, returned to Arkham Sanatorium, took a car out of the underground parking lot, and headed towards Manhattan go.

On the way to the next destination, Natasha asked curiously: Punk, nihilism, Gwen Spider-Man, and the thesis that I can't understand the most, Schiller, what are you doing?

I'm also curious what you're doing, Dr. Schiller.

A voice came from the back seat, Schiller turned his eyes slightly, and saw Hela appearing in the back seat from the rearview mirror.

Hella was still dressed as if she had just stepped off the catwalk. She stretched out her hand to gather the hem of the thick fur coat, showed a subtle smile to Schiller, and said.

People who have just died will be stained with the breath of death. Not long ago, I was given the duty of picking up the souls of the dead from the Nine Kingdoms. You are also within the range of my picking up. Are you going to the underworld for a while? Your friends Shouldn't have thought you were there.

I'd be more than happy if it was another time. Schiller smiled apologetically in the rearview mirror, then said, But I'm a little busy right now, ma'am.

When Schiller said this, he couldn't help but stare at the rearview mirror. Hela's face reflected on the mirror was even paler. Compared with Frigg, Hela was more like Odin in terms of appearance and temperament.

It's not that she's not beautiful enough, it's just that her aggressive and sharp temperament is far more attractive than her appearance, but if you look closely at her appearance and facial features, there is something special about her.

Hella has a very typical Nordic appearance, with a full forehead, a flat face, a very obvious mandible expansion, and a clear cheek depression formed with the cheekbones, which is usually considered a sign of sexiness.

Perhaps because she has lived in the underworld full of death all year round, her hair and eyebrows are thick black, the eyebrows are raised high on the brow bone, and the eye sockets are deep-set, painted with dark green and slightly pearly truncated smoky Makeup and lip color are also greenish black.

Such an image might be a little weird on a human being, and it doesn't conform to the public's aesthetics, but if it's placed on a protoss female warrior who is close to 1.9 meters tall, it is extremely reasonable.

Schiller stopped the car slowly, circled around from the back of an apartment building, returned to the ramp where he turned before, and then turned in another direction. Natasha, who was sitting in the co-pilot, raised her eyebrows and asked : What's wrong? How did you change the route?

Because I just thought of a better way, Your Highness Hella, since you didn't notify my friends as soon as you found me, we must be on the same side. In that case, can you do me a favor? ?”

Hela seemed to be interested in seeing Schiller's gaze in the rearview mirror. She flicked her fingers lightly and asked, If I help you, how do you plan to repay me?

Natasha immediately took a breath, looked at Hela from the gap between the two seat cushions of the co-pilot and said, I advise you to put away that bold idea, guess why I'm here?

I saw the scene after the passionate exchange between the two of you. It's quite interesting. Are you interested in other people's internal organs? Hela asked, looking into Schiller's eyes in the rearview mirror.

I'm only interested in the internal organs of the fish. Schiller shook his head slightly, turned the steering wheel, and said in a gesture of refusal: It's not elegant to chase other fishermen with a fishing rod if you can't catch a fish.

Hella laughed heavily, she understood the meaning of Schiller's refusal, but she was amused by this description, she said with a soft sigh.

Okay, so what do you want me to do?

Would you mind being a star for a while, ma'am?