Come out, explode, let me die in my name.

What is this discomfort? Could it be just an illusion?

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, the falsehood only exists in the elements of the picture.

The me I thought was mine, not me at all.

I thought I thought it was my me, and it wasn't me either.

There is no one, and there is not a me.

Everything is just as it is, just as it is.

Causality is an artificial distortion that makes it easy to understand the whole world.

Perhaps, the ancestors were skeptical of cause and effect because they knew too little about themselves. This summary of cause and effect is really just speculation.

And I am so arrogant that I think I know a lot of things, I know more than my ancestors, and the development of human history and civilization has made great progress. So, what was supposed to be speculation turned out to be true.

Moreover, it is an affirmative sentence made rashly when it is impossible to determine the existence of time at all.

Ridiculous.

My own existence, in itself, is false, without a me. Whichever I think is me, it's not me. This thought itself is also not me.

The presentation of the elements of the picture, I am just that awareness. In other words, that awareness is one with the elements of the picture, just as the relationship between the dream and the dreamer itself.

I don't want to go any further, to continue to sort out what to sort out or to put things in perspective. Unreal is unreal, and then throws away, burns, and leaves nothing false at all.

There is no falsehood to grasp, those beautiful moments, those sweet memories, those heart-pounding ideas, all of them are rubbish. If you want to catch the false, why kill it?

I'm still trying to grasp something, whatever it is, to make the character a lot more solid. It's a pity that there is nothing to grasp, it is just a pull with emotions.

Whatever the content is caught, it doesn't exist. As long as I'm honest, I can see the pull of emotion, just like the killing itself. I didn't dare to drop the slash, and the emotions made me hold on to the slash.

And the act of discarding the killing itself is still a killing.

Everything is perfect, it's. Perhaps the person who said this sentence has been killed, and there is no trace of dissatisfaction with the whole world, even if he is being beaten. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, but as long as it happens, it's inevitable.

In fact, there is only one possibility for everything to happen, and it is inevitable. Then, there is no such thing as perfection or imperfection, there is only one possibility. It's just that after the absence of inner confrontation, the word "perfect" is the best expression of that surrendering mentality.

After all, it is only a contrived distortion, or in other words, any discourse is just a personal preference. It has nothing to do with reality, even if you are trying to describe the truth, it has nothing to do with reality.

What is the relationship between signposts and scenery?

No amount of metaphors can describe the existence of a "roleless", all metaphors are meant to try to make oneself understand, and reality itself is not incomprehensible. And, since all metaphors are based on binary oppositions, how is it possible to perfectly describe the existence of "no role"?

Perhaps, only when you stand in the real position will you understand how nonsense those metaphors are.

There is nothing to say, and every time you say a word, you have to use the next sentence to negate the previous sentence, because the words themselves are subtle and misleading.

Consciousness exists, realizing that content is just content. Whether you associate the elements of the picture or not, it will not have any effect on the reality. Kill or not, the truth is there.

Yuan Changwen saw his own absurdity, because his mind could not control everything, and only occasionally his thinking was consistent with the rest of the picture elements. For example, if I want to get a cup, and then the picture element shows the character holding the cup, it seems to prove that the mind can control, I can control something.

And, even more absurdly, if I can't control my mind, I can't control something, then what about the simplest way to cook? Since I can't control whether the meal is cooked or not, the picture elements can also show the meal when I'm not cooking.

This is subtle misdirection, as if everything is centered on life, as if life is the real reality. And once something can't be applied in reality, then it's all.

I think that's why science is so easy to brainwash, and why schools are declining.

Real is true, unreal is unreal, and whether it can be used in life or not is not the key to the problem at all. On the contrary, it shifts the topic and diverts attention.

Killing is meant to ruin life, and how can it be possible to make life better if knowledge is discarded. I will become mentally retarded and live in fear because I don't know anything.

No matter what I do, any ridiculous outcome can happen.

Is it reasonable to judge truth by the phenomena of life? When did I assume that life is real, and then everything is judged according to life? So how can I be sure that life is reality and is true?

Is it just because I've been here all along?

Yuan Changwen felt his confusion, as if he didn't know what he was thinking at all.

Is there a possibility that I don't cook and the meal is cooked by itself?

I can only say that in my memory, there are no supernatural powers. Or rather, I don't believe in supernatural powers at all, because they're not scientific.

It's all.

These causal relationships are all, why am I doing this? There is no explanation at all, all the explanations are speculation, they are all picture elements explaining picture elements. It just seems reasonable, but I don't know if it's or not.

So, what else is there to analyze?

Everything is crumbling, and there's no cause and effect worth catching. Does the content of fear have anything to do with fear? Does the content of slashing have anything to do with slashing?

Did I really work hard because I was afraid of not having money?

Is there really a correlation between those behaviors and the causes of those behaviors?

Is it really because I cooked the food? The rice is cooked and has nothing to do with whether I cook or not, or rather, it just shows this association.

If I don't cook, will it cause the meal to be cooked? I don't know.

If I cook, will it cause the meal to be cooked? I don't know.

Cause and effect have always been believed in and firmly grasped by me, anytime and anywhere.

My memory tells me how ridiculous and this idea is. But the proof of causality itself exists only in my memory, not then. ()

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