Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform.
A writer's life is a highly vulnerable, almost naked activity. We don't have to weep about that. The writer makes his choice and is stuck with it. But it is true to say that you are open to all the winds, some of them icy indeed. You are out on your own, out on a limb. You find no shelter, no protection — unless you lie — in which case of course you have constructed your own protection and, it could be argued, become a politician.
人类无法长期生活在空虚状态中：如果他不是朝着某个方向成长，他不仅会停滞不前，被压抑的潜能会变成病态和绝望，最终转化为破坏性行为。