The whole universe is in my head, and it's a weird feeling.

There is nothing to kill, there is no outside or no one else, there is no such difference between me and the world at all.

The vastness of the universe suddenly became very small, and I was not here at all, and there was no space or time or anything like that.

What Yuan Changwen's role is, I don't know what it is.

The sense of realism is waning and replaced by a sense of absurdity.

Any talk about life can't escape the assumption that "life is only once", so no matter how beautiful the words are, once the assumption is removed, it seems inexplicable.

Standing behind the fear, even if it is to promote that life must be thought for itself, it is just to enrich the character.

Don't be afraid in life, this is a kind of fear in itself, and this kind of propaganda is driven by fear.

I can't grasp "fearlessness" in the same way that I have acquired physical knowledge, and when I want to be "fearless", I am already far away from fearlessness, and I have become a lamb under the whip of the bewitching woman.

However, it is possible to be "fearless".

There are too many assumptions, the world is not real, life does not exist, then all the discussions become very funny.

It's like a group of petty citizens talking about the leaders of the upper echelons of the empire and even aliens, absurd.

You can only talk about it within the scope of your own knowledge, but you never consider the truth of "your own knowledge" itself.

Look at how real this world is, the wind and rain, the ups and downs, and the content that is just realized, makes people feel a little overwhelmed.

The vastness of the universe has always been to make me clear about my own insignificance, but now, I am bigger than the entire universe.

At the same time, I don't have any knowledge to speak of, not because I know more and feel that everything is under control, but because I have discarded that knowledge, I feel huge in ignorance.

The mind can't control anything, the characters can't control anything, but that consciousness is really unexpectedly large and powerful.

I don't know anything, but I feel good, and maybe only someone standing here will understand what I'm talking about.

Thankfully, I don't need to explain anything, I don't need to make it all seem plausible, I don't need to explain why ignorance feels huge, but it's not the same as hubris.

The character is not dead yet, but it is not far from death.

All of this is just what I am aware of, it's all in it and there is no me at all, the role of Yuan Changwen is dead.

It doesn't seem to matter what the characters are, whether they resist or go radical, even if they have a firm grasp of self-definition as they once did.

Storms, all this happens in my head, and it feels incredible to think about it.

I don't know what to worry about, the consciousness is there, the awareness is there.

I didn't solve those problems myself, right, my children's school, my house, my job, my money, all these problems still existed, but I didn't have any problems.

It's not enough, the shattering of the character continues, and there is no turning back.

The twist in my mind is that I haven't finished slashing yet, but I'll do it eventually.

Because there is no restraint in the first place, and the existence of distortion is to constantly inject energy to distort, and once you let go, it will naturally recover.

And the subtlety is that it's not that I'm injecting energy, it's not that I'm killing, it's just the content of realization, it's just the presentation of the elements of the picture.

Again, I can do whatever I realize, but I'm satisfied with the way it is.

Those cool fantasies seem to be instinctive, but in fact, they are just flogging with fear.

If I want to change my life, I don't want to be emotionally pulled at the moment.

However, as soon as emotions arise, it seems that they will begin to envy the lives of others.

Unfortunately, there was no emotional pull at the moment, and I could clearly see how satisfied I was with all this.

My life was about to be destroyed, but I came to meet it with a little joy and anticipation.

The walls of thought are devastated, waiting for the moment when they will collapse.

The character of Yuan Changwen is still there, but he can't live long, and time itself doesn't exist.

Hurry up, this is fear, no matter how beautiful it is said or how beautiful the words are, behind it is standing fear.

It doesn't matter what state the character is in, even if there are some supernatural phenomena, it doesn't mean anything.

Unfinished is unfinished, and unreal is unreal.

All this has become dispensable, this world is dispensable, the role of Yuan Changwen is dispensable, and the mother, wife and children, and killing have become dispensable.

It's not that I'm in control, but what I'm aware of is "the character is killing, the character is dying", and that's how the picture elements are presented.

It looks like I can control my mind, but is it really possible?

Let's die, die completely, the character of Yuan Changwen itself does not exist, what is worth remembering.

I don't know how many times I've experienced the same story, and what I realized changed at will, and what was there to cherish for things that didn't exist.

I'm rotting, I'm becoming blind.

After others are no longer real people, what are those politeness and morals used for?

Fortunately, the distortion in my mind also disappeared together, otherwise I would be pulled by some bullshit at the peak of my life, and then I didn't have a sense of reality about the world, maybe I would really become a big demon king.

The so-called authority can't affect me in the slightest, and the powerful or the rich and the like can't seem to continue to look high.

Inexplicably, I want to rise to the challenge, as if it's all just for fun.

I don't know what the situation is, and I don't want to explore it, the character hasn't died yet, and I'm not done yet.

It's just that the decision to continue killing is not in my hands, just like the downhill road can't help but speed up the pace, just to kill.

At the moment, it didn't seem to be too much of an obstacle, unlike the previous need to use anger to destroy the twist, to break the hands that were firmly grasped.

Now, the character is still there, not dead yet, but turned into a harmless giant thing.

It's just that it's not dead, and the character doesn't seem to be able to continue to resist, so he can only wait for it to slowly decay and then dissipate.

I don't need to grasp any feelings, it's not real here, and the feelings themselves are not real.

Perhaps, fear will continue to jump out, and it's not a big or bad thing.

Perhaps, all this is just my own illusion, and I am a madman.

It doesn't matter, a marginal person like himself is waiting for death on a strange planet, and he doesn't need to promote anything.

Even, everything is just a picture element, it's just something that is realized, and it's not a big deal for the character to be hacked to death.

It's just a matter of going downstream.

Life is not precious, everything is just caused by emotions, and thinking that life is precious and that life is supreme is just a product driven by emotions.

Without emotion, these words become jokes.

It's all emotions that are resisting, and it's emotions that make it all sacrosanct. (https:)

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