I'm obviously not the role of Yuan Changwen, but I regard myself as this role, what are I doing?

Since these are not true, then where is the truth?

Why can't you touch the real?

Why didn't you kill it cleanly?

Since it is real, then please show up. I know that it is impossible to manifest in this world, so tell me how to abandon this falsehood.

Is it just as I killed those ideas of life, killing myself?

Without me, how can I explain it to understand?

This world doesn't matter, and the role of Yuan Changwen is also irrelevant. There's nothing to do, there's nothing to climb, and even if you die immediately, it's not a big deal.

Because I don't exist at all, it's all just the presentation of the elements of the picture, there is no timecode, no space, and there is no real me.

No one knows what is outside the elements of the picture, and no one knows what kind of existence "I exist".

I can't keep reminding myself that time doesn't exist. It's just that as time passes, just like the former self, he is dragged away in complete chaos.

Time doesn't exist, it's such a single room. I can be sure that this is the moment, so I will focus on the present moment. It's not about living in the present, imagining the future, or dwelling on the past, it's just the act of the moment.

No matter how much I believe in the truth of the past, I can't prove it. Time should be seen by me clearly, like a trickling stream at a glance. No matter how much time has passed, no matter how much I believe in the reality of time, these are just thoughts that come from the moment.

God, can you tell me what all this is all about?

I like this discomfort and pain because I think it's a sign of moving forward, but where does this feeling come from? Can I really be sure that this discomfort is moving forward?

Can't be sure.

Is the world real? It's not real, it's just a representation of the elements of the picture.

What else is there to care about? What is there to hesitate about? Destroying it all is the beginning, I don't care how beautiful these things are, false is false, there is no real truth to speak of.

I don't need to be smart, I don't need much knowledge, I've got enough of that. Even if falsehood is beautiful, then I have to choose it myself, rather than being dragged along without a choice now.

What is the role of Yuan Changwen? Thinking about him, thinking about his family, thinking about his career, love, and dreams?

Am I crazy? Why do I toss myself so much in the midst of falsehood? If this is the direct presentation of the elements of the picture, and I want this toss, then the thinking presented at this moment means the end of this toss.

Nothing is bad, and there are no mistakes to speak of. Everything is just something I made up myself, and even if there is no one I made up there, everything is just a presentation of the elements of the picture.

Devour me, let me die, don't be afraid, for there is no me at all. Even if it seems scary, it's only temporary. That awareness has always been there, not increasing, not decreasing, not perishing, not living, and there is nothing to do with the role at all.

The character of Yuan Changwen wants to touch the truth? This thinking wants to touch the truth? Maybe it will present the thinking after touching the truth, but as long as it is a limited existence, it is not real.

It's just a picture element.

If I've been in the middle of falsehood all my life, is it normal to take falsehood as true? However, untrue is untrue, and any other reason and rhetoric is just a reassurance.

There's nothing wrong with this comfort, it's like dreaming just for the sake of dreaming, what's wrong with making people fall asleep?

Those struggles, those efforts, those fears, those restlessness, those irritability, those perverts, those kindness, those kindness...... There is no difference between them at all, and standing on one side and insulting the other, this struggle will never end.

Why is there evil? Good people can't seem to stand that, but in fact there is evil. Whatever the reason, it's all my guess.

For example, what evil exists to embody goodness, for example, evil exists to let us know that we ourselves are good, such as the binary contrast that there is no cold and no heat.

But these are still speculations. Evil exists because it can only exist.

That's how the elements of the picture exist, for no reason and no relevance. Reasons that sound good and seem really reasonable to explain evil are still just speculation.

There is nothing wrong with this speculation, but it is just a personal preference, and it is not true.

I don't know anything, and this quote always reminds me not to try to explain anything. No matter how reasonable and appropriate the theory is, it is only a guess after all.

There is nothing to keep, either it is the product of this emotion of the family, or it is the speculation of reasonable explanation. There's no real thing to speak of, and there's nothing to grasp.

This world is not real, all this is like a dream, just the presentation of picture elements, just the product of infinite distortion of itself. The distortion can be undistorted at any time, and this world of binary opposites can disappear at any time.

I'm afraid of disappearing, maybe it's just an instinct, maybe there's no way to overcome it at all. And I didn't have to overcome it. There is only one opponent, and that is false. The rest, there is no need to face it.

If it's false, you should get out. It's the same with this thinking, I'm not real, I can disappear. Think of death, maybe that's what I was in when I disappeared.

Yuan Changwen went farther and farther on this road, but he didn't have the slightest urge to turn back. The hatred of falsehood seems to have gone deep into the bone marrow, and strangely, the former self did not hate falsehood, when did all this begin?

All I could perceive was this small area. Do those distant galaxies really exist, or do they just exist in my imagination?

And then I realized that nothing is true, nothing in this world is true. The only reality, which I can't touch, always just becomes an element of the picture.

In vain, always in vain. Trying to make the character of Yuan Changwen touch the truth is always a futile act. I can only lose the role of Yuan Changwen, because I am the obstacle.

It is I who block the awakening of reality, it is I who obscure reality. In other words, it is the truth that deliberately obscures the true self, and the limitations are formed by distortion.

Explode, what is there to stay in? What is there to be sensible? Impulse is the devil, and who is preaching it, and who is believing it?

Perhaps, impulsiveness is not the devil at all. It's just that the so-called intellect judges it as the devil, because the twist in the mind thinks that these actions are unreasonable. But in fact, the distortion in the mind is unreasonable.