寒霰冰晶

The dialectic?

So great is our passion for reckoning on the experience that we ever have, that we are becoming increasingly less dependent on other friends’ persuasion. No one is willing to plead ignorance of himself despite his admitting of the well-known saying—others have a better understanding of the one immersed. Armed with countless opinions being integrated, the honorable man embarks on the new approach towards “the bright future”.

The olds tend to believe that their life skills are infinitely resourceful and adequate, enough to cope the simple games designed by the youth. When some man fails in the career, some girl marries the improper guy, some child is beaten by his adults, elders automatically assume that they will somehow put things right. The terrible thing about the taken-for-grant mind is that sometimes grandpas and grandmas live under the delusion that they can apprehend even when they have been repeatedly proved wrong which goes to extremes in such a the case that a seventy years old grandma was hoodwinked by a teenager on some trifles. It is a question of pride as much as anything else.

Not only are the dim-sighted aged people with poor ears easily to be fraud by the misled appearance, but also the long-time educated intellectuals such as the college students are somewhat deaf or blind towards some obvious things, we always wait and wait for the best chance to take the decisive step for our aim, but the opportunity sheltered in the actual state is so rare that could be said as one in a thousand. Am I to say that the kids have far more sense than the adults? Maybe. Are they closer to the god? Somewhat, for they have a good direct insight facing the strange things. Reluctantly, I have to say that the intuition is more reliable secretly than the rational analysis under many concreted situations.