The world is not real, and there is nothing I can do about it.

Looking at the world, there is so much information, but none of it is true.

All perceptions are biases, and I always hold on to these things and don't let go. I don't know why I'm talking to people, why I'm talking to people, what ideas I'm trying to talk to, what are I doing?

And that knowledge, even the simplest of gravity, is something to be questioned. How do I know that gravity exists? Just because I've watched apples land hundreds of millions of times, I claim that gravity exists, and I say for sure that the next apple will land?

It's just an explanation, a conjecture, and no one can be sure of anything until it happens in the future. Because there is no future at all, the linear passage of time is the assumption of almost all theories. As long as the time is removed, what is left?

Will the future of the apple be landed? So he threw an apple and ostentatiously found evidence for those theories. What kind of evidence is this? What does it prove? Can repeating the experiment like this prove that the apple will still land next time?

The only thing that is certain is the perceived visual element of "the apple just fell to the ground".

There is no cause and effect, no association. Is it really because I picked up the cup that the cup was transferred from the table to my own hand? Where is the evidence for this statement? It's just remembering, taking it for granted that memory is reliable, and taking it for granted that time passes linearly, which is not good.

Yuan Changwen was very uncomfortable and didn't understand what he was doing at all. Why did you leave the empire? Going to a strange galaxy alone is powerful? These killings are just a kind of self-definition after all, and they are also just the words and deeds of the characters.

Trying to touch the truth by slashing, there is absolutely no connection between the two. Even if there is a connection, there is no connection. Look at "I threw an apple, the apple fell to the ground and shattered", there is a connection, but there is no connection at all.

This world is all magic, and I don't know why it's happening. All that scientific knowledge, those summaries of laws, is all self-righteous shit!

How do I know that time exists, and how do I know why the last moment feels so real that I don't even suspect that the last moment exists?

I don't know, I don't know anything. Acknowledging the linear passage of time is just a good guess and just makes it easy for the characters to understand the world. Even, I don't know if there is a role to think about, how do I know that this thinking belongs to this role?

Oh, my God!

What do I know? I thought that killing was killing my attachment to things, such as what moral values, what must be filial piety, what love responsibilities, and so on. But now it seems that the slash is just killing "I know", back to the state where I didn't know anything.

Isn't that amazing enough? The inexplicable mind is there, and then it seems to be under my control, and then it appears to be my mind.

Yuan Changwen has never felt this way, endless absurdity wrapped himself, as if everything that was taken for granted became unbelievable, and then there was magical magic, what else could he do besides gratitude?

Look at all this, what can be explained by science? No, those scientific theories to explain phenomena are absurd in themselves.

The sun rises and sets, myths and stories to explain, planets move to explain, these all have a fundamental assumption. Oh no, in addition to the linear passage of time, there's also the assumption that these things are real.

In the game, a farmer builds a house, is it really the farmer who builds the house?

Explain picture elements in terms of picture elements, that's all.

How can these explanations be considered true?

I didn't know anything, but I showed my knowledge everywhere, as if I already knew a lot. In other words, the scientific knowledge you know is enough to get rid of the ranks of the mentally handicapped. I don't feel magical because the sun rises every day, and I don't make a fuss about the car.

Ha ha!

It is these words, fuss, rare, strange, and so on, that describe the scientific literacy that a person should have so as not to produce the thought of surprise. Dishonest, those schools, those teachers, those scientists, haven't the world's high-IQ talents discovered it?

How to prove that objective things really exist? This question is a fundamental question, if the world's high-IQ people have not thought about this question, then what kind of high IQ is it?

I wouldn't think that my IQ is better than that of all human beings, obviously, it has nothing to do with IQ. Honesty is the most important thing, and I don't seem to hear too many people talk about honesty.

As if, honesty just doesn't take the initiative to tell lies. But for those things that I think are true, without the slightest doubt, what kind of honesty is this?

How can a character in the game realize that he is just a character in the game, that all words and deeds are programmed, and how can the character in the game know that he is just a character, and that everything is just the author's words?

Yuan Changwen didn't know, imagining the starry sky with his eyes closed, it seemed that outside the endless universe, there was an author who was writing the fate of the character Yuan Changwen. And the question is, who is writing the fate of the author?

If the character exists, it must be false.

I'm tempted to claim that even the false world has laws. Just like the game, there are certain rules that are met, such as having to tap on a farmer to build a house, and having to be an air unit to cross a river. But how can I know these patterns?

Through observation, through summarization, through reproducibility experiments?

All of them are just the pictorial elements that I perceive at the moment, and I don't know if those perceived pictorial elements exist, how long they exist, whether they are continuous, and so on.

Of course, admitting that all this is true does explain and understand it all very well.

However, these are just manifestations of dishonesty.

If I go back to my student days with my current thoughts, maybe I will redefine what it means to be real. And those who are reborn, isn't the first thing the protagonist does to think about whether all this is true? If the so-called rebirth is just an illusion in the brain, or an alien brain experiment, then isn't it a bit sad to pursue the so-called pinnacle of life?

Yuan Changwen, Yuan Changwen, it's time to die. ()

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