It's not about filial piety.

The reason why I killed filial piety was because I firmly grasped filial piety, and I thought that I had to be filial. Then in this case, only by allowing oneself to see the absurdity of unfilial piety and filial piety can one allow oneself to discard filial piety.

Of course, this is just speculation. In other words, I became aware of my own relevant memories, which killed filial piety in this way. I don't know, how can I know what other people are like?

In this way, when I need to go downstream, I will naturally not be stopped by the distortion in my head. It's really like a puppet without a mind, who doesn't account for it and doesn't know how to weigh it, just goes with the flow.

Think about it, if the screw of a machine is not satisfied with itself and is just a screw, then what a troublesome thing it will cause. Perhaps, this dissatisfaction is a good thing. However, this judgment itself comes from the mind, itself is imperial propaganda.

In fact, this dissatisfaction is confined to a certain area. If I'm not content to be a commoner, I'm going to be the Führer, then perhaps this is a nuisance to the Empire. If everyone wants to be the Führer, then the empire is bound to be in disarray.

Will this dissatisfaction be promoted?

So, what kind of shit do I have in my head? It's all garbage, and I just hold on to it and don't let go, even when I know it's garbage.

The atmosphere in the hospital is good, at least no one is talking nonsense. Everyone is very honest, especially the patients. I've come to like the feeling of being in a hospital room, but the people who accompany me like to talk nonsense, to appear to be knowledgeable or experienced, or something.

Claiming all kinds of home remedies and all kinds of medical knowledge, it's just a bunch of shit.

Noisy.

Look at those patients, how honest and uncomfortable, without distortion or prejudice, just quietly in the state of the moment. There are no words, no distortions, and no desperate denial of the state of the moment. On the contrary, the patient begins to pay attention to his own state and honestly admit the situation at the moment.

What an honesty, what a comfortable feeling. Despite the pain, this honest emotion has masked the melancholy that comes with pain. Or rather, this honesty, whether pain or joy, brings a kind of "surrender or resignation."

And this surrender or resignation is a wonderful state. Otherwise, it's all noise. And the act of grasping the noise as if it were real and constantly enriching the characters will only make people uncomfortable.

It's like flies, and flies don't think they're making noise.

The involuntary comfort permeates the whole body, is it the environment of the hospital, or is it the so-called relaxed and uncomfortable alternation that I have started again? I don't understand, I don't know, I don't know anything, I don't have any reason to guess or determine something.

It's nothing more than a distortion in your own mind, nothing more than the character wants to control.

I don't know how easy this state is, why was my former self so resistant to the comfortable state of "I don't know", or why was it that when I was in the state of "I don't know", I used to be uncomfortable and anxious, but now I am relaxed and at ease?

All of them are just the visual elements that I perceive at the moment, and I can't control what visual elements appear, so whatever happens is inevitable. There is too little information in the head to make any judgments, so why bother?

These things are good or bad, how should you go, and how to take the next step. Just like playing chess, this kind of thinking and reasoning in life only hinders the generation of flow.

Without thinking, it sounds like a cult demagoguery. And so many of my chapters of slashing are all based on thinking. So, how is it possible not to think?

On the other hand, thinking itself is only a perceived element of the picture, so what evil is there to speak of? It seems that I have always regarded the character as evil, and I have always regarded the character's self-definition as the great demon king, but the character itself is only a picture element.

So, what evil is there?

But these words must be in the mode of being a theatergoer. If you are manipulated by the character, then these words are nothing more than the character's delaying tactics. Because I can't treat the character as a graphic element at all, I think of the character as real.

I am the character of Yuan Changwen, so I care about all kinds of things about the character, and I want the character to stand at the peak of life. Once the character is hurt, I get very uncomfortable.

So, why not keep slashing?

Flow is key, because the world is not real, and believing that the twist in the mind will only cause the ship of life to crash into the docks. All those distortions in the mind are just the product of fear. Whether it's inspirational or hot-blooded, it's just a fearful drag show.

If you are not afraid of life, you don't need any inspirational and enthusiastic blood at all, nor do you need the so-called cognitive upgrade, let alone control your life like a madman.

From what do I start to believe in those fears, to believe that those lives would be doomed without this life? When did you start believing in those chicken soups and those hot bloods, as if there was some kind of "fearlessness" and a state of letting me swim in the world deep down.

But it seems that after not being afraid of life, that fearless and relaxed state gradually appeared in me. Perhaps, chicken soup is like a thump that breaks the character?

However, for the real thing, these things are all fake, and they are all tricks of the characters. Perhaps, it's good not to be afraid of life, but it's not true after all. I don't have any reason to stay here, perhaps, these things are not up to me at all.

I didn't know what was going to happen, or rather, I didn't know what I was going to perceive. Again, what can't happen?

Think of the so-called extreme cases, where I killed my own parents and children, or I destroyed a planet without humanity. What's not to do with that?

Tigers eat antelopes, elephants starve to death from drought, what's wrong with these things happening? Human distortions set these can'ts and can'ts, but this distortion is just a human distortion.

The world is not real, everything is just a play. There is no real Yuan Changwen, and there is no real person, this perceived picture element is nothing more than providing entertainment.

What is the power that makes this kind of entertainment into torment, and even claims that life is suffering and other nonsense. On the other hand, this kind of life torment seems to be predestined, and it is part of the entertainment itself.

There is no rule that entertainment must be cheerful, and the concept itself is just a distortion of the artificiality.