It's all.

Where is society? Isn't the so-called society our own imagination? Isn't the so-called "society very realistic" not our own "I think"?

With this kind of "I think" statement, this baseless affirmative sentence to act as true, who gave you this guts?

You're still deceiving me, but it's not long before the anger of every deception is there. I wondered, how much anger does it take to ruin a character?

I don't know the so-called stuff, you are afraid of me, you comfort me, you use the cool points to tell me that life is great, you use the so-called inspirational hypnosis I will gain as long as I work hard...... You don't deserve it.

Nothing can hinder me, and you are only a false existence, what qualifications do you have to hinder the truth? None of this can hinder the truth, nothing can hinder the truth.

If it's not real, it should be in the position of being unreal, so that I can see the unreal things clearly, and then let me choose and believe them temporarily. Instead of being dragged forward by a fear or worry, as is the case now.

What kind of thing are you? What kind of thing is the character of Yuan Changwen? What qualifications do you have to jump around here?

It's not over yet, so where do you want to hide? Yes, I don't even know what you are, but are you ready to accept my wrath?

Yuan Changwen found that he was becoming more and more like a madman, but the anger in his heart was always looking for an outlet, and the unreal devouring feeling gradually permeated his whole body. The world is no longer as real as it used to be, and it can no longer be taken as real.

Your job is to deceive me and put me to sleep well in this world. Even though your duties are great, and even though your role is great and very noble, without you I would not have the role of Yuan Changwen.

However, falsehood is falsehood, and even if you have done so many good deeds and achieved so many meanings, you are not qualified to continue to be arrogant in my head. You deserve to die, I deserve to die, and the world deserves to die too.

If it's not real, just lie there obediently and don't run around.

Let me see what else you can do.

If discomfort can destroy me, then feel as hard as you want, I will not stop it, I will just stand aside and applaud. If anger can burn all this, then let it be unbridled and burn even the idea that anger is not good.

Whether I'm going to face pain or torment, I'm going to walk through hell or lava, it's all there.

All the self-definitions that I hold onto, the things that I don't think can happen, happen. I'm not going to try to hold on to these fears deep down, it's going to happen.

Whether my mother knows about my condition, or my filial piety to my lover, it can all happen. There's nothing I can do to stop it, and in fact, there's nothing I can do to influence the world to happen when it's supposed to happen.

All the tension was only within me, and I was clinging to my fears and constantly saying "these things can't happen". Of course, it's better not to happen if you can, but if it does, that's it.

No one wants to have diarrhea, but if you do, that's it. Moreover, I didn't have a pathological grasp of diarrhea in my heart, and "I must not have diarrhea" did not constitute any fear at all.

No, this is just a reassurance. I'm going to let these things happen, you see, and once I think that these things can really happen, there's a strong sense of tension in my heart. So, just keep nervous, how long can this unreal thing control me?

No amount of discussion about what didn't happen would help. As long as it happens, then what should happen is bound to happen.

It's not just about allowing fear to happen, it's about allowing the content of fear to happen. I hold on to the content of these fears and take these falsehoods as if they were true.

There is no difference between "my house cannot be stolen" and "you must work hard to earn money in life". Treat falsehood as truth, hold on to these baseless affirmations, and then construct self-righteous truth.

If the home is stolen, it is exchanged for another opportunity, perhaps an opportunity to reach the pinnacle of life, or even meet an alien arrival. So, would I still be afraid of my home being stolen?

Fear of losing something.

But this idea itself is, and how do I know that a home theft is a loss? As I said earlier, it could be an opportunity. Right, I don't know what to expect, so why am I already on one side or the other?

In addition, even if it is really a loss, even if you are really abandoned on the side of the road and can only rummage through garbage for a living, it is not a loss. Right, it's just the presentation of the elements of the picture, what are you afraid of?

To think that good and bad are interdependent, this is just a humble prayer, like the nonsense of the idea that good people have good rewards. It's obvious that fear is in control, but it's just a change of clothes to control it.

You're really powerful, and when I thought your fear was only a little bit powerful, the deeper fear was always there. I thought I wouldn't be at your mercy, but when I imagined my home being stolen, that fear and tension filled my body.

I don't know I have that fear? Of course I do, but I just keep choosing to turn a blind eye.

I don't have time to talk to you about the good or bad of the house being stolen, this is not the solution at all, it is just going around in circles along your train of thought. It seemed like I had killed the fear of "having my home stolen", but in fact, I didn't take a step forward at all.

The problem solved at the same level was not solved at all. Unreal is unreal, and it's what I believe in and what I hold on to that allows you to come in and fear me. So, it's not a slash at all about fear, it's a slash for a fake, a slash for the thing I'm holding onto.

The opponent is just fake, and has nothing to do with the content of fear. Or, follow your fears, see what you take as true, and see what you have caught. It's all an attribute of the character, a self-definition of the character.

It's amazing that these unreal things control me at will and unbridled. Character loss can manifest itself in any aspect, whether material or visual, and can be turned into the content of fear.

Unreal, three words directly destroy all this. No matter what kind of fear you use, it's not real. It's not just that the content of the fear is untrue, but the fear itself is not real.

Without a single me in this world, what are you afraid of?

It's just the presentation of the elements of the picture, what is there to resist? It has already been presented, so it must be presented, and even if it resists, it is only the presentation of the elements of the picture.

Where is the truth?

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