To cultivate to the real is to destroy life, not to make it better.

Think about it, I am no longer the role of Yuan Changwen, and my thinking and body are not me, so how can I stand in this body and enjoy the world?

No, I'm imagining what it will look like when it's done. It is not necessary or imaginable, even if you know everything about the real theoretically, but after all, you do not touch the truth, and you are in a false role after all.

And falsehood can never touch reality, so all my imagination, no matter how reasonable and theoretical, is only speculation after all. If it's speculation, why hold it firmly in your hand and not let go?

That sense of ease is still continuing, not as I once imagined, working hard with the blessing of this sense of ease, thinking clearly, being extremely efficient, and so on. It's that the whole person begins to do nothing, and does not feel that doing nothing is a bad thing in the slightest.

Of course, there will be some residual fear, but that's just the breath left after the in my brain has been blown away.

Maybe, who knows?

Under that sense of relaxation, I don't feel like I'm integrated with the world, but the world is integrated with myself. It's as if the world was meant to be their own playground, but the characters have been imagining the world as a dragon. Keep guarding and keep trying, just to stop the fear in your head for a while.

It's useless, getting rid of fear is a fear in itself, just like letting go of attachment is itself an attachment. So, it's simply impossible to get rid of fear completely by getting rid of it.

Only by letting fear in and seeing what kind of bullshit fear is can we get rid of it.

Of course, who wants to get rid of fear, or who would admit that they live in fear, or even not think that they live in fear at all.

So, what do I really want, talk about getting rid of fear, talk about how to kill, how to cultivate to the truth?

Pull it down, I'm not done myself, where is the time to explain it? And who am I explaining it to? How can I be sure that someone is actually listening to me?

How do I know that there is really a real person standing behind this picture element called "the other party"?

Or go back to the previous thinking, just because there is a real other person, this is the best explanation and the most reasonable explanation. Unfortunately, what do I need to do to equate the "most reasonable explanation" with the truth?

No, any explanation is speculation, an unverified hypothesis. So, believing that there is a real other person is the same nature as believing in the existence of heaven.

So, when I'm talking to someone, who am I'm talking to? Why am I'm talking to someone I don't even know exists?

If you just want to live a better life, you will never know what the other person thinks, so you can't predict what the other person will do. Stop there, and it will make life better.

If you go deeper, you will become like me, and you don't know why you're alive or why you're not dead. Then, I love the state of "I don't know", and I gradually like the days of "doing nothing".

But what would the people around them, well, if there really be people around, how would they think of someone who likes to do nothing? Wanting to live a good life means conforming to the mainstream values of society and fitting in with the crowd. And in my opinion, mainstream values are like shit.

Even, values are themselves distortions in the mind. Whatever the values, they are a distortion. Yes, even the values of the Buddha and Jesus are also a distortion. Because even though the Buddha and Jesus touch the truth inside, that character is always false.

A false character, no matter how close to the truth his ideas, is a false existence. Just like how cinematic light simulates a cinematic screen, it can't change its essence as cinematic light.

But does this understanding help to kill? I don't know, maybe there is, maybe not, who knows what the picture element called the other party will think? Even, how do I know that these are not program feedback?

The more you look at it, the more wonderful the world becomes. Think about how you would have to set up to create so many completely different characters if you created the world yourself, and the twists in your head that you don't even know what they are.

At each moment, there is a different picture of awareness, and there is no repetition. Whether time exists or not, these are all things to marvel at. Even if time doesn't exist, the memory in the head is a magical thing to be admired.

Look at the past, look at the people and things you meet, is there anything exactly the same? Isn't it worth being shocked that you can't find two identical leaves?

And then I think about it, that awareness is everything, and I am that awareness, and suddenly I realize that I seem to be very powerful. Although this awesomeness has nothing to do with the thinking of "feeling very powerful" at the moment, I still can't help but feel comfortable.

It's not that I feel the vastness of the universe and my own insignificance, but that the whole universe is my own.

It's not that the king of the universe seems to control the entire universe like an emperor, but that he feels that the entire universe is a part of his body, and that he is about to become as easy as an arm.

The difficulty is that this reflection does not belong to me, I am just aware of it. To think that this thinking is oneself, to think that it is oneself to think, is a completely orchestrated illusion.

It's like thinking that some of the bodies that have always appeared in the picture are oneself, which is also a well-planned illusion.

I don't know what these perceived pictorial elements are, but I do know that it is wrong to associate them, and it is equally dishonest to believe that the memory in my head acknowledges the linear passage of time.

This path should not be described as "repairing to the truth", it should only be described as "killing". However, it is still more reluctant, because who is killing? There will always be a subject who is killing the object, and the language of the dualistic world can only be like this.

The only good news is that when you think about who's slashing, it's almost over. It didn't even matter if it was over at this time, because I found myself at no clue.

Also, they don't identify with the character as themselves, so there's nothing wrong with realizing that the character isn't complete at the moment.

How do I know how long it will take for a character to be completed, and will the character ever be completed?

Acknowledging the linear passage of time, then I don't know what will happen in the future. Denying the existence of time, how do I know that there is a next moment?

So, I don't know.