The first cry of human beings is the purest amber between heaven and earth. When the first ray of soul light is injected into the mud body, life struggles in the noose of divinity and animality. This cage woven from 206 bones not only carries the reflection of the stars, but also seals the roar of the ancients - the fishy wind of the grassland is engraved in our genetic chain, and the cold moon of the Ice Age is reflected in the pupils. Under those bodies whitewashed by civilization, the instinct to drink blood is forever dormant.
The Taotie pattern on the bronze tripod coexists with the rhymes of the Book of Songs, the Gothic spire is intertwined with the tattoos of African totems, and wild moths are sealed in the amber of human souls. We wrap our sharp claws in silk and tame our fangs with poetry, but when the bronze chains of civilization are broken, our flesh and blood turn into wild horses, trampling the most primitive tracks on the ruins of morality. In the golden coffins of ancient Egyptian pharaohs, not only spices and jewelry were buried with them, but also beasts wrapped in layers of linen; the flying robes on the Dunhuang murals were fluttering, but the smell of earth in the caves still lingered between the painter's fingers.
The body is the amber of the soul and the cage of the wild. When the candle of the soul is extinguished, this skin will eventually return to the dust. Only the traces of struggling in the shackles will turn into the Bayeux Sutra in the historical rock strata - from the ashes of Zhoukoudian to the neon lights of Manhattan, from the Mayan prophecies to the algorithms of quantum computers, human beings have always danced on the balance between divinity and beastliness, sewing up the cracks in flesh and blood with the golden thread of civilization. With the collapse of order, human beings will eventually become flesh and earth.
The author is a spirit cage fan! !
