Chapter 159： Magician's Speculation

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Felix strolled through the streets of Paris. A few hundred meters in front is the southern bank of the Seine River. Along the bank is a variety of carefully decorated storefronts, many of which are full of exotic flavors.

For example, a paper-cutting shop has a variety of paper decorations at the door, ranging from various colorful animals to as large as exquisite and complicated indoor decorations, which look dazzling.

The owner is a young girl with a colorful headdress. When Felix walked into the shop, she enthusiastically sold him.

Finally, Felix picked a colorful windmill that he could hold in his hand.

One week before the meeting officially started, Felix had fun for two days. From the Musée d’Orsay, to the Louvre, to the world-famous Notre Dame de Paris, he regards himself as a pure tourist, enjoying the customs and exquisite cuisine of Paris.

After all, in a note to the French Ministry of Magic, his scheduled itinerary was to arrive in Paris in three days.

On a magnificent street, crowds are raging, tourists from all over the world gather together, and you can see the Eiffel Tower, a landmark in the seventh arrondissement of France.

A young couple is holding a child each, holding half an ice cream in their hands.

"Mom, mom, I want flowers, I want flowers." The little boy pointed away and said.

The couple followed the guide and looked at them. About ten meters away, seven or eight children and their families surrounded a young man. He looked very handsome, slender, and had a gentle smile on his face.

Black hair and light blue eyes, like a clear sky, give a pure feeling.

Felix's left hand was behind him, and his right hand snapped a finger slightly, a bright yellow tulip suddenly appeared in his hand, and he handed it to a child in front of him.

"It's a street magician." The child's father said.

"It looks very good." The child's mother stared at Felix's hand without seeing any flaws.

The couple walked over with the child, Felix showed everyone his empty hands, except for an emerald ring on his left hand, nothing.

Under the inquisitive gaze, he clasped his hands together and made a gesture of prayer. From his closed hands, there was a cry of "chittering".

"Wow!"

A few children grew their mouths exaggeratedly, and even their parents showed incredible expressions.

Felix slowly opened his palm. It was a bird with colorful feathers. The little bird turned its neck flexibly and looked around without fear of life. Its small black eyes made people feel love and pity.

The bird combed its feathers and fluttered away when a child tried to touch it.

Everyone raised their heads, their eyes moved with its flight trajectory until it disappeared into the sky.

Felix bowed, declined some coins and banknotes, and left lightly.

...

In Paris I, Felix roamed in a famous French institution of higher learning, where the picturesque scenery, many of his peers sitting leisurely on the lawn, chatting freely.

A pair of young girls looked at him curiously. A student with grape-purple hair bit his ear at the girl next to him, "Look, that person is very handsome, which college student is it?"

Her friend said in an affirmative tone: "It's definitely not from our school."

"So maybe it's from another school, or a tourist?"

"You can ask him."

"Why not?" The purple-haired girl stood up. She walked over to Felix and said in a somewhat lazy French: "Hello, this is Amandine Zoe."

Felix turned his head and said mildly: "Hello, Miss Zoe, you can call me Felix, Felix Haip."

Zoe froze for a moment, and said, "Your eyes are very beautiful, and you can call me Amandine."

"Okay, Amandine."

This girl named "Amandine" is very talkative, enthusiastic and cheerful. She acts as a guide and introduces her university to Felix.

"This is the history teaching building... This is the humanities... Oh, I remember, today there is an open class for a very famous philosophy professor!"

Amandina's eyes widened, her expression was very hesitant, as if she was constantly weighing between Felix and the open class.

"Can I go and see?" Felix said with a smile.

"Of course, I thought you wouldn't like philosophy." She let out a long sigh of relief.

"I really don't know much, but it's good to listen to it occasionally."

Amandine led Felix into a spacious large classroom, and when she saw her friend looking at her angrily, she smiled and took Felix to sit down.

The public class soon began, the light in the large classroom dimmed, and a beam of light fell in the center.

A well-dressed middle-aged man stood on the podium. His eyes were deep and his tone was not hurried: "What is existence? What is the meaning of human existence?"

"Before you were born, we experienced a time when faith was shaken. In Nietzsche's words, we have never clearly realized,'God is dead' like then."

"We have experienced a change of thinking. The war made us think about the meaning of living. It began with Kierkegaard and Dostoevsky, and reached its peak during the period of Sartre and Camus after World War II, until now it fades silently. ."

"Someone invented the term existentialism, but existentialism cannot be regarded as a systematic philosophy category. Without the discipline of existential philosophy, it is at best a label."

"Share with you some common thoughts on'existence'"

"For example, you are the result of your choice."

"For another example, time is the only measure of existence."

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"Many people think that existentialism was born in the cafés on the left bank of Paris. It is the product of a group of decadents, but this is a completely stereotyped impression. Many people are practicing some commendable existentialism silently."

"Misery and predicament make people despair, despair makes people think about the meaning of existence, and thinking brings new life."

Unconsciously, two hours passed.

A student raised his hand and asked: "Under normal circumstances, we don't think about the'meaning of existence'. This idea only arises when we are pessimistic and desperate. Does this mean that existentialism is actually a pessimistic argument?"

"We study existentialism in order to prevent others from studying existentialism?"

The professor said humorously: "A very interesting point, you can report it to my graduate student."

"I need to emphasize that existentialism is a kind of optimism supported by reason and logic. Imagine that your life is plunged into a gloom, war, famine, technological substitution... In short, you can't find the meaning of existence."

"At this time, existentialism will tell you that although your life is full of tragedies, we still have to try our best to live and choose the meaning of life for ourselves. You will find that your existence itself will add variables to the world. Okay, The bad ones are constantly fluctuating."

Many people raised their hands.

The professor pointed to Felix.

Felix stood up: "Professor, in the kind of point of view you mentioned in your speech, existence is to see, perceive, and experience. For those distant things, they may never appear in reality. Things, such as magic in movies, how should we perceive and experience?"

Felix’s question made the students laugh in a low voice. It was really interesting to insert the topic of magic into serious philosophical questions.

One or two students blew the whistle and agreed with Felix's ‘boldness’.

The professor thought for a moment and replied: "Magic is a product of our imagination, and currently only exists in the carrier of imagination, such as movies, etc. So do they really exist? Or are they just the product of thinking, it is our brain that makes us Think it exists?"

"If one day, magic really appears in reality?" Felix asked.

The professor was amused. "If magic really exists in reality, no one would not know it. With the development of science and technology, we have the ability to travel around every corner of the world. Even the sky and the ocean cannot be stopped. The footsteps of human exploration."

But he soon discovered that he met a persistent student today

"I mean, please forgive me. We can make a hypothesis. There is a small group of magicians. They use all kinds of magical magic to cover up their existence, but one day, you found them."

Felix paused briefly, "What would you do?"