Revolutionize yourself, written in the season of uprising

Most autumn festivals belong to change and rebirth.

The massive earthquake 14 years ago made me, as a Taiwanese person, realize that living on this island I would encounter at least two major earthquakes in my lifetime; my mother spoke of the one she experienced in her youth, the Dunzijiao great earthquake, when the cracked earth swallowed and buried people, and the lard the family had rendered and prepared for making mooncakes spilled all over the ground from the quake, and she cleaned it up.

14 years after the great earthquake~
Many people spend these few nights enjoying this beautiful festival.
Seeing the news coming from the Zhang family of Dapu, I don't know how to comment on this world. From that rice field in ear, to the grain that was pushed down; all the way to today, when Mr. Zhang died. The Dapu incident has kept overturning the moral bottom line that cannot be accepted, yet it has also kept happening. What is going on? People see it with their eyes yet remain indifferent, or abet the wrongdoing by continuing to speculate on land; who killed the several lives in the Dapu case? It was Liu Zhenghong the killer, and perhaps also the indifferent public.

Sliding a finger across the phone screen lets the world into life; the yellow duck drives you to rush to Kaohsiung to take a photo and upload it to Facebook, the shallow continue to be shallow, how much thinking actually enters the mind, is it that yellow duck or what you ate at the restaurant today. The finger decides what, personality and consciousness are left with only the fleeting and superficial at the fingertips.
The matter of not reading keeps thinning the brain further, and when it thins to a certain degree, one cannot even be aware of the last struggle. Thinned-out thinking creates an indifferent crowd, or perhaps the word indifferent is still noble; it should count as a state of stroke, a body that completely cannot be driven, a manipulated brain that causes the state of public indifference.

Read, and read away from the mass media, step one foot onto the asphalt road and the other foot into the muddy ground, and mix and wade through all these senses. Reading is not noble; reading is a means to avoid your own brain death; if you want to live more wonderfully you have no choice but to revolutionize yourself, using reading to inject independent thinking into life, to act independently and bravely do it.
Weaving your own thinking must begin with reading, more precisely with good reading; and to put it more bluntly, cut in from the non-mainstream, thread by thread weaving for your own thinking, and this solid web once woven is a complete person; each person's thinking should not be woven for you by manipulated media or commercial advertising.

"Independent thinking" may be a prescription written for this indifferent public.

This article is also published at Donghai Bookstore http://www.thusbook.com.tw/?p=2360