The moment this dog puts on the golden armor, why do I feel like I might cry?
In the afternoon, after finishing this video mix-cut—starting from the shattering of Xianshi and going all the way to the collapse of Wuzhishan, over three minutes—I sat there alone and thought for a long time.
When I was little and watched *Journey to the West*, what I saw was the Seventy-Two Transformations, the golden staff, and fighting monsters.
Now I understand: *Journey to the West* is a story about refusing to submit.
It’s born out of a stone—no father, no mother, no connections or backing. It all depends on itself: one strike after another, until it forges a Great Sage Equal to Heaven.
When the Heavenly Court grants it an official post to raise horses and tries to tame it, it throws the seal of office away and says: I don’t care for this position.
In the end, it was pressed under a mountain for five hundred years. Did it give in? No—
It only learned how to wait.
Wait for the person who posted the notice.
Wait for the path to retrieve the scriptures.
Wait for an opportunity to turn defiance into cultivation.
So Mark Twain’s line is wrong: history doesn’t repeat, but it rhymes.
In every era, there are people who spring out of stones. In every era, there are people who use a seal of office no bigger than a palm to measure their ambition. In every era, there are people who refuse to submit.
When this dog, wearing golden armor, stands on the clouds, I suddenly understand why we love it:
Because it flips the entire table on behalf of everyone who didn’t dare.
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In the afternoon, after finishing this video mix-cut—starting from the shattering of Xianshi and going all the way to the collapse of Wuzhishan, over three minutes—I sat there alone and thought for a long time.
When I was little and watched *Journey to the West*, what I saw was the Seventy-Two Transformations, the golden staff, and fighting monsters.
Now I understand: *Journey to the West* is a story about refusing to submit.
It’s born out of a stone—no father, no mother, no connections or backing. It all depends on itself: one strike after another, until it forges a Great Sage Equal to Heaven.
When the Heavenly Court grants it an official post to raise horses and tries to tame it, it throws the seal of office away and says: I don’t care for this position.
In the end, it was pressed under a mountain for five hundred years. Did it give in? No—
It only learned how to wait.
Wait for the person who posted the notice.
Wait for the path to retrieve the scriptures.
Wait for an opportunity to turn defiance into cultivation.
So Mark Twain’s line is wrong: history doesn’t repeat, but it rhymes.
In every era, there are people who spring out of stones. In every era, there are people who use a seal of office no bigger than a palm to measure their ambition. In every era, there are people who refuse to submit.
When this dog, wearing golden armor, stands on the clouds, I suddenly understand why we love it:
Because it flips the entire table on behalf of everyone who didn’t dare.
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