If one day, when you find that being human is too exhausting and painful, or even difficult to survive, you surprisingly discover that once you let go of the self-control you have always maintained as a "human" and choose to become a beast instead, life suddenly becomes much easier and simpler. At that moment, how would you choose between remaining human and becoming a beast? How many people, once accustomed to the liberation of being a beast, would never want to be human again?

But the irony is—isn't the difference between humans and beasts precisely this ‘self-control"?

All kinds of human virtues—patience, trust, compassion, justice, kindness, honesty, benevolence, and so on—exist based on tomorrow, relying on the future, because everyone believes that as long as we adhere to these standards, the future will become better and better.

But if the future becomes a bubble-like lie, and even the beasts themselves no longer have any hope for tomorrow... how can you stop them from enjoying the present?