383: Chapter 27 Golden Rose 383: Chapter 27 Golden Rose “This is what literature is all about, Ba,” Xiang Shan said loudly.
“Literature, do you understand?”
Mr.
Babbitt was sowhat confused, “The term sounds like sothing those lords in the Scientific Knight Order should be researching…
the form of the word ‘literature’…”
“No one has ordained ‘what knowledge should be studied by whom.’ Every discipline that is created exists so that anyone can learn from it,” Xiang Shan stated.
“That story…
is that literature?
You an, ‘literature’ is a kind of…
a kind of sad and suffering activity?”
“That’s what the creator of this story said.” Xiang Shan closed his eyes, digging through the hard drive, “‘Every mont, every chance word cast and lingering gaze, every deep or mocking thought, every subtle beat of the human heart, likewise, the fluff of poplars, or a glint of starlight reflected in a still pond at night—are particles of gold dust.'”
“‘We, the writers, spend decades searching for them—these countless grains of sand, unknowingly collecting them to ourselves, slting them into an alloy, and then using that alloy to forge our Golden Roses—novellas, novels, or epics.'”
“‘Shai’s (the soldier in the story) Golden Rose makes think it sowhat resembles our creative activity.
Oddly enough, not a soul has expended the effort to explore how from this precious dust, there arises a literary deluge capable of moving mountains and overturning seas.'”
“‘But just as the old janitor’s Golden Rose was made to wish Susanna happiness, our works are to wish for the beauty of the earth, a call to fight for happiness, joy, freedom, for the broadening of the human heart, and for the power of reason to conquer darkness, shining as brilliantly as the eternal sun.'”
Babbitt was stunned.
He felt sothing…
sothing he couldn’t yet describe.
It might be called “love,” or perhaps “sadness.” He had experienced this several tis in his short life, but never as vividly as now.
Hero Nona had used a form of language from the Old Era, which was not familiar to Babbitt, but these emotions broke through the barriers of ti and settled within his soul.
“This is…
literature…” he murmured.
“Collecting grains of gold from the dust, then casting them into a rose, and offering it to love,” said Xiang Shan.
This was, in fact, not his knowledge.
Or rather, this snippet of dialogue should not be knowledge that “Xiang Shan” as an individual possessed.
Granted, cognitive science, which includes literary activity, is the foundation upon which Inner Strength is built.
But this does not an that a practitioner of Inner Strength must possess a high literary cultivation or similar perspective.
Xiang Shan might have systematically studied these matters, but it was only “study.” He would rely use the end results directly.
Whether it was two hundred years ago or two hundred years later, he would not have learned by heart this passage from “Golden Rose” with passion.
There aren’t many engineers who could do that, right?
Yet this was indeed his mory.
It was a part of the legacy left by the Eighth Martial God.
It was also “knowledge” that a certain friend of his once possessed.
Perhaps it was during a conversation with Xiang Shan that this friend talked about this particular passage—or it could be that his friend discussed it in casual conversation, and Xiang Shan happened to be present.
Xiang Shan himself would not rember knowledge related to this passage because, for him, it could just be background noise that was heard and then forgotten.
But for that friend, it was the “association key” that would trigger the mory.
Although Zhu Xinyu was the main bearer of the Eighth Martial God’s mory, it inevitably contained content belonging to others as well.
After all, once together with Zhu Xinyu, Xiang Shan was no longer conjoined with her; they didn’t spend every mont together.
Naturally, missing scenes in ti would be supplented with soone else’s mories.
—So whose mory might it be?
The author of “Golden Rose” was a forr mber of the Red Alliance…
Anatoly?
No, he doesn’t seem to be the type to dabble in this.
Chen Feng?
Tsk…
or was it Ingrid?
The early works of the author of “Golden Rose” were filled with romanticism and rich emotions.
Starting from the mid-period, the author began to employ a psychological approach to dissect these emotions, focusing on exploring human emotions and personality.
He was also adept at using poetic and moving language to describe stories within the natural sciences.
His work was called “the conjunction of science and literature” by Gorky.
Of course, the discussion about literary activity in “Golden Rose,” strictly speaking, is not entirely within the paradigm of psychology or cognitive science.
But its exploration of “fiction” and “aesthetics” explained a scientific issue from an emotional perspective.
For the Eighth Martial God, related knowledge was a tool to aid the “developnt of Inner Strength.” They couldn’t be used to construct the foundation of Inner Strength but could help tackle the sub-project of “thods of Inner Strength cultivation.”
Babbitt sprang up, “I want to tell this story…
I’ll broadcast it tomorrow.
Great Hero, I want to broadcast this story.”
“As you wish,” Xiang Shan nodded.
That was exactly why he had told Babbitt the story.
Broadcasting Clients were one of the few groups of artists in this era and the group with a chivalrous heart second only to the Heroes.
It was a new community born of this era, but Xiang Shan believed they should be a part of the chivalrous movent.
However, in this era, cultural products from the Old Era circulated on the internet in various forms, like so shady dealings, and those yearning for them dared only to download them with trepidation, fearing to be afflicted with Gu Poison or targeted by crawlers.
There were few who had a systematic and holistic understanding of it.
And the Heroes from the Old Era were pri targets of the governnt’s crackdown, making it difficult for them to erge.
In such tis, it was good to spread it even to just one more person.
Xiang Shan patted the still-distracted Babbitt, “Buddy, the sun has completely set; it’s ti to travel the night road.
Buddy?”
Babbitt suddenly said in a daze, “Then, could the stories of the ‘Martial Gods’ also be like these Golden Roses?
Collected from the history’s gold by the masses, by everyone’s refining…
No, the ‘Martial Gods’ themselves are also made up of ‘stories,’ right?
Are the ‘Martial Gods’ themselves the Golden Roses created by the public?
Ah…
Is it a bit offensive for to say this…
Ah?
Great Hero?”
Xiang Shan paused for a mont, pondered, and then replied, “You speak well, buddy.
But it’s ti to leave.”
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