Obstacles, all obstacles.

I haven't done it yet, so it's all an obstacle to real speculation, to the idea of infinite limitations. It's like, if I figure it out, I can touch the real thing. However, there is only one goal for these things, and that is to get me to stop killing.

Look, how nice it sounds, how meaningful, it seems that you should figure it all out before you start killing. Just like cooking or doing homework, you can understand the rules or operating principles of the whole system before you start to put it into action.

Those explanations of truth are just to rationalize my killing. As if, that's what happened, there was nothing wrong with my slashing. There are so many chapters on the inquiry into the truth, what is true is everything, what is infinitely limited, what is that awareness, etc., all have only one goal.

Just to make me stop killing.

Incidentally, there is also the ability to affirm your words and deeds, well, I'm not wrong, I'm a person who strides towards the truth, I'm a person who studies the truth, and I'm a person who is better than others. While others are still tossing in falsehood, I have begun to shatter this layer of truth.

Flaunt.

There is also the fear of killing, not only the content of the killing, not only the fear of whether you can survive after the killing. It's the fear of the killing itself, what if the killing can't touch the real thing at all? What if the killing is just a joke of the teacher?

Is it true that he is trapped in the slaughter for the rest of his life?

It's this kind of fear that makes me keep searching for theories about the truth, and then affirm that my killing is indeed the right one. Affirm that you are false, affirm that the world is not real. Because I'm afraid that the world is real, and that it's just my own madness.

It's really funny, and at first I was worried that the world was fake, because so many years of hard work was a joke. Therefore, I have been arming this cognition with emotions, constantly affirming the authenticity of the world and the authenticity of Yuan Changwen's character.

Now, I am afraid that the world is real, because I believe that the world is false, and once the world is real, it means that I am wrong.

Damn, I still want to prove myself right, and I'm afraid I'm wrong.

It's not a killing, it's just a way to flesh out the character through logic, so that the character can get attention on another content, and achieve the so-called pinnacle of life in another content.

Yes, I can't be at the top of the empire, I can't have endless power, but I'm an absolute expert when it comes to life. Those people are still spinning in a false world, and I have shattered the world and strode towards the truth.

Disgusting.

Yuan Changwen couldn't believe that he had been killing with such an attitude all along? The power of the character, the inexplicable power, the fear of the bewitching woman, all this seemed to be just a joke they had united.

There was no negotiation, no compromise, they played with me like I played with ants. Before I knew it, I was already under control, and I didn't notice the fear of following the slash, the ostentation that lurked in the shadow of the slash.

yes, my theory is great, and it all explains. But explanations are just speculations, so why should I continue to guess new things while discarding all the speculations in my head?

I'm using emotions to protect those guesses, and I'm using the power of emotions to maintain my own guesses. Is it possible that my guess is completely wrong? Of course, it is possible, no matter how reasonable it is, it is just a guess.

Maybe you'll learn something after the killing, but that's for another time. Now the key is to kill. And I was pulled to find a theory to explain all this, to prove that my words and deeds were not wrong, to prove that all this was false.

This in itself should be killed.

That's right, I just don't dare to go crazy, I don't dare to break it all like a madman. It looks good with reason, and makes people think that they are after thinking about their heads, and not reckless madmen.

The character attributes are still pestering me, why can't I go crazy? Why can't I kill the distortion in my head? Like a madman, I break everything unreasonable, there is no cause and effect, there is no trade-off, nothing touches the truth.

All this is a madman who can't stand the false deception, everything is the presentation of picture elements, what is false no matter what the character is, what slashing is also the performance of the character, what limitations do not exist, these are all appeasements.

Limitations don't exist, this world doesn't exist, so you don't have to kill them? So you should enjoy the false world? Is this reasoning with a madman?

It is only when I believe in these truths and believe in reasoning that I will be hindered. Every time I think of it, all these are picture elements, they are all limitations, they are all non-existent. Thinking that no one will get hurt, no one will suffer, is a burst of peace in my heart.

At the same time, the slashing also stopped.

The world is beautiful, what does it have to do with me?

The dualistic world created by deliberately distorting is to completely let go of oneself and enjoy countless things. But what does this have to do with me?

Falsehood is falsehood, and no amount of reason is just falsehood.

I didn't know that slashing could lead to reality, but the thought kept lingering in my mind and became the motivation for my slashing. It's like, I'm going to keep going, because I haven't reached the top of the mountain yet. However, I may be on the treadmill at all, and does it have anything to do with the distance to the top of the mountain?

But I don't think I'm on the treadmill, you see, how hard I work, how hard I work, I keep slashing, I keep thinking and seeing, how can I just move forward on the treadmill?

I want to see for myself, I don't rely on any authority, I don't rely on any teacher. Skepticism, extreme skepticism. If you can't be sure, you should have an attitude of uncertainty rather than jumping to conclusions. Those baseless affirmations seem to make a lot of sense, otherwise I wouldn't have believed them so easily.

This battle is no longer a question of whether it can be won or not, it is a question of whether it can be sustained.

Yuan Changwen felt an unprecedented crisis, but in fact, the crisis itself did not exist. I want to touch the truth, and I touch the truth through the act of killing, which is a kind of speculation in itself.

I always think about things from the perspective of thinking, always think that thinking is real, and think that I am this thinking. As soon as you think that you can't think anymore, or that you have become someone else's mind, fear immediately arises.

Why stop this fear?

Yuan Changwen couldn't see the road ahead, didn't know how he should move forward, and even didn't know whether his so-called progress was really progress. Perhaps, only madness can break these desperately.

Any sanity is just a procrastination. ()

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