The art of dying in the highest realm

The Highest Realm of Life and the Greatest ArtToday, alone, staying at the Pavilion of Scholars, suddenly, something came to mind. As the title says. Renoir, the famous French painter, once said, "As long as there is some progress, it is further close to death," and he was still saying "I'm still progressing" when he was dying. Michelangelo once said, "Things are not easy to manifest as desired, it is death. Michelangelo once said, "When things do not manifest themselves as they should, it is death. Death, in a way, is an art! What I am referring to is not a natural and purely spontaneous way of dying, but rather, a spontaneous and artistic way of dying, and, when really facing death, it is an attitude of admiration, because it is the highest state of life and the greatest art. The Japanese writer Harue Koga's catchphrase is extremely classic: "There is no higher art than death. Death is life." Perhaps Yasunari Kawabata's quest for the beauty of nature, and great art, was thus inspired by his extreme appreciation for the mantra of Harue Koga, who died by suicide. "Suicide without a suicide note is the best. To die without words is to live infinitely," as his classic line, undoubtedly further mythologized death. I have read some information that Mr. KANG Sung actually disapproved of suicide. Mr. Yasunari was a lifelong opponent of suicide. At the age of thirty-four, Yasunari Kawabata once said, after his literary ideas of seeking and shaping beauty had basically taken shape, "No matter how misanthropic one is, suicide is not the way to enlightenment, and no matter how high the virtue is, the person who commits suicide is far away from wanting to reach the holy state." After winning the Nobel Prize at the age of sixty-nine, he also said clearly, "I neither approve of nor sympathize with the suicidal behavior of Akutagawa, and Dazaiji and others after the war." Yet after Yasunari Kawabata, a master of literature as a richly accomplished writer and Nobel Prize winner, said these words, he piped gas into his mouth in his newly acquired suite. Many scholars and literati of high stature have eventually ended their lives by committing "suicide" as a form of "death". Writers who have committed suicide in China in recent years include: the famous poet Hai Zi. The famous poet Hai Zi committed suicide by lying on a railroad track in Shanhaiguan. The famous poet Gu Cheng killed his wife and himself after moving to an island in New Zealand. Beijing University poet Gomai committed suicide by throwing himself into the water near the Yuanmingyuan Garden; another Beijing University poet, Hai Yu, committed suicide by lying on the railroad near Shanhaiguan; Xu Chi, a poet and writer known as the "father of reportage literature," jumped off a building in a hospital and committed suicide. Ms. Zhang Chunru, who "put an end to the second Japanese rape of Nanking" with her book The Nanking Massacre, drank herself to death at home. Of course some of them have looked it up. But I believe that many people are no stranger to Haizi, and his "Facing the Sea, Blooming Flowers in Spring" is even more popular. For foreign countries from ancient times to the present, I do not know a lot, there are Japanese literature "titanic" figure, Asia's second Nobel Prize for Literature Yasunari Kawabata, in the award-winning third year after the death of suicide, shook the world literary world. Yasunari Kawabata was extremely depressed and conflicted, and chose what he considered to be the "highest art" of suicide. There are many other writers who committed suicide in a similar way: Kitamura Touya, Arima Takeshiro, Akutagawa Ryunosuke, Makino Shin'ichi, Osamu Dazai, Tanaka Koei, and Mishima Yukio. （Aristotle, a famous Greek philosopher. He committed suicide by jumping into the sea at the Strait of Elipha in 322 BC at the age of 62. He is said to have said at the time of his suicide, "May the waters of Euripa engulf me, for I cannot understand it." Socrates had contributed much to Western moral philosophy, and ultimately, he was sacrificed for standing up for his beliefs. With the option of either exile or death, he picked death and committed suicide by drinking the venom. Jack London, who wrote such works as The Love of Life, committed suicide in 1916 in the pessimistic disappointment of extreme spiritual emptiness; as he himself wrote, "After climbing the mountain, one finds that all is vanity." Many literary figures have made their mark in their literary fields, and have left a profound impact on their fields, on literature and history, on contemporary and future generations' thinking and literary attainments. But not many people end up using death to pursue the realm of life. Mundane very thing drowned the pursuit of the spiritual world, many people say, Mr. Hai Mingwei and Mr. Kang Cheng's death is undoubtedly the spiritual world of the barren, what they seek but life can not give. Whether it is in the pursuit of spiritual or artistic sublimation, to pursue this "beauty of death" is also to have a certain capital and ability. And they, the writers and artists who died by suicide, talking about the second have to mention the nineteenth century great art master Vincent van Gogh and the famous American photographer Diane Arbus their death is also very worth studying. Their faces, by the academic world has been cloaked in a had a mysterious veil and a certain sublimation. Thinking about more human nature and the nature of the difference is not just a one-sided way of thinking, but requires more validation and practice. For those who go to "suicide" because of frivolous things and trivialities, it is simply defiling death! Desecrating the beauty of a sacred art! Put away your innocent faces, you can be forgiven for your childish behavior because of your ignorance and boredom! But your souls will not be redeemed and forgiven! Your shameless behavior will be tabooed and cursed for defiling the greatest art of all! Some of you are even going to put an end to your idiotic ideas! I don't want to render death in all its splendor, but the very essence of its existence seems to be the end of this world, but has it ever occurred to you, what comes after the end? What results are given to the rendering by future generations? Especially for the great men of influence! They think of it as trying to explain and speculate about their suicides and then later write something on the mystery of whoever's suicide or something like that, speculating out of thin air, hence the version N many! Artistic and spontaneous deaths, the art of which is sought after, are not to be discussed in simple terms? I write this, but also just to express some personal views and opinions. Readers can produce *** Ming better, there are ambiguities naturally, just, the idea of different get of course different. But I still insist on my own insist on believing in and honoring the highest realm of life and the greatest art - death!