Review of Highway Blossoms

Well... It's a pity that such a "my" topic hasn't been concerned until this summer and even has been postponed for an entire month after the trailer. Circumventing more blaming, let's just be to the point, to the blossom on the highway therefore. In dead drunk, lady Maria reminded lady Amber that people kept using each other so they became family. I'm recognized as an incorrigible pragmatist for long so it sounds really to my taste and my theory, but really?
Their reasonings may literally base on the word "using" while it definitely entails something more. I can't agree with the saying itself more while that night, unfortunately, the two ladies were just pasting this sentence without thorough consideration.
Let's commence my complementary illustrations with the word "family". Utilizing it, regarding or regardless of the tag "yuri" or others, we should be implying a stable relationship which is further determined, in this milieu, by the willings of both the donor and the receptor to certain incidence. With simple mathematical combination, it emerges that four subtypes of the aforementioned "using" procedure work as a whole, specifically cooperation, complementation, enforcement and enslavement. In order to remain stable in the long run, the willing of the "usee" is a crucial role and better to be positive although it's not a bit difficult actually for a conscious "user" to mediate with all of these and maintain the relationship. However, to me there's another story.
I stick to the creed "To live, to transcend", which suggested that we human are transcendent beings with free will and only by wielding our free wills, namely thinking, we transcend this mundane world and live as real humans. Two consequences follow this principle, it's almost impossible for me to exploit others, to devastate the transcendence of others by obliging them to work with no transcendence, and, for me, my whole pursuit is simply to roam every inch of transcendence of the world. The former declines the potential where my chaperone could find pleasure in the barren of transcendence and the latter, together with the efficacy addiction of the pragmatist, indicates that her delight should be at the same wavelength with the value of transcendence as well…
What's more, as an inference, our similar downstream might, conversely, pillar the identical source, the same ideology from the very root. The conclusion corroborates the universally known- "Birds of a feather flock together". With a framework like this, we can actually go on the odyssey as one. Albeit there are trivia on our path to the culmination, they do no harms since the labyrinth of humanity have just collapsed already and the root of chaos have been eradicated.
An eccentric circumstance worth particular attention which is exactly the case in this game. Encountering another voyager during her own journey, lady Amber might enjoy caring lady Marina and the very ecstasy she gained from that altruism appeared as "the love to flow" from time to time. Nevertheless, once we look ahead of those lovey-dovey stories of our heroines. To fancy a pacific life in a paradise cannot be tiring of course, not until you knock on the door of the reality and rip off the masquerade of "happy ending" into pieces, only to find out that it is always far too pale to hide all of the frictions and conflicts from contradictory thoughts. From this point of view, lady Amber might settle on me for our similarities if our roads converge.
One step ahead of the game itself, when the angelic side of mine dominates, I could be astray to the shady grove of passion. Once I calm down, however, to find myself on the shifting sand, the panic suffocates me to wake up and smell the coffee, urging me to think and be back to shoulder the boulder of my arrogance in the meantime.
I do love this game, not just because its story functioned as a sweet lemonade refreshing me for the light of life but these adorable girls, in effect, made me to think deep to the core of myself. I, with privilege, had the opportunity to develop my whole theory this year where I initially deliberately managed to separate sex from love and subsequently shattered the latter to reject those noble or deprave humanity in the name of supreme efficiency. I know this theory, mine and my Sylvia's, is somewhat astonishing and even frightening. Some friends of mine with canonical perspective, who emphasize the importance of identity, criticize me as a heretic and I have only one saying to fight back:
"If you mean to crown sacred value upon your damn identity and treasure it as the essence of nature, who is the pragmatist now?"

p.s. I schemed to appraise more than game from the very beginning. As the chime for anniversary creeping silently, I mean to summarize the drifting of my ideology this year. This absurd theory is the annual jewel (maybe called as "Celestite" thereafter) and I put pen to paper to record it, as well as to flow an ode to the incoming anniversary article. May the stella shine for us~

by Syl & Sylvia @ 2021-08-03 @ Changsha, Yuelu District
originally posted @ https://user.qzone.qq.com @ 2021-08-03
repost @ https://www.cnblogs.com @ 2022-06-18