Unfortunately, this roar is useless.

How is it possible for the mind to determine the presentation of the elements of the picture?

I don't remember how many times I said it.

I will always think that I am in control, and I picked up the cup, not the picture element that presents "I picked up the cup".

It's stupid to kill, but I can't stop the car at all.

I even know I'm stupid, but I still don't want to go back to the way I was.

The twist in my mind made me think that life must be like and that if I gave up, I would suffer all kinds of suffering.

However, after really losing the distortion in my head, I naturally don't have this feeling.

Even if the life around you really becomes miserable, but without the distortion in your mind, the part of the judgment that is miserable is gone.

Naturally, I don't feel miserable.

There is no truth in this world, and there is no cause and effect.

When time is removed, it seems like music is going to be a weird thing.

Devouring is contagious, and if someone talks to me about it when my devouring sensation comes, talk to me and talk about it.

And in order not to be devoured, the other party can only use the only means, strong emotions to protect.

That's why I don't think I can do it at home.

I don't have the urge to talk to someone, and when I have to, I feel weird.

As soon as I opened my mouth, thoughts like "none of this is real, it's just a distortion in my head" pop up in my mind.

I'm still panicking, as if it was a mistake to not finish the kill today.

Even though I know the elements of the picture, the presentation, and the uncontrollable thinking, the emotions still come.

The shattering of the character will not go backwards, and there will be no chance of recovery, and I will not allow it.

Eventually, death is inevitable, and both the character and the world will regain their false position.

Without me, this apparent fear gradually became more frequent, and I seemed to gradually become lazy.

I don't want to resist fear, I don't want to care about the content of fear, even if I don't achieve anything, I don't seem to care.

Money can't provide the so-called sense of security anymore, I'm not secure at all, and the character will collapse at any time.

It was terrifying, and it was panicked, and it seemed that once again it felt the stupidity of slashing.

But the strange thing is that I am very relieved, and I feel very relaxed to hand myself over.

It seems that a single thought that you can become a rich man, you can fly, you can escape, this absurd sense of fearlessness often appears.

There is nothing to worry about, everything will be ready and everything will unfold according to my ideas.

It's not a rhetoric, it's not a consolation, it's just a ridiculous sense of fearlessness.

Just like my fearlessness when I walk, my fearlessness for walking from one corner of the square to another.

This sense of absurdity is indescribable, complete letting go, complete surrender, fearless to the point of absurdity.

It's not courage, it's like going to get a glass of water on the table yourself, what courage does it take?

Those goals that I once thought required hard work to achieve, such as being rich, being knowledgeable, and so on, seemed to only need one thought from me.

Or rather, everything is ready, I just need to nod my head to choose, and then I can get it.

Of course, time is not necessarily immediate, but for a fearless person, time is not at all crucial.

Even, you don't care about time at all.

The desire to succeed immediately, the desire to see immediate results, is just a kind of fear.

I can't believe that the world is so beautiful, and my education since childhood was all about guarding against life, and thinking that the universe is hostile.

Now, this sense of fearlessness is in front of us, and I will not forget it after experiencing it.

Of course, it can be said that this is just my own hallucination, and when reality slaps me in the face, I will understand how difficult it is all and so on.

However, the part that judged the "reality slap in the face" had already been hacked to death by me.

Even, a fearless person will not even have the idea of testing what reality slaps in the face.

There's no such worry, there's no such thing as a panic and then forcibly comforting yourself that "everything is ready, I'm not afraid" or anything like that.

That is, the so-called failure is not visible at all.

It doesn't judge a situation as a failure, it doesn't think what a scenario means.

The feeling of being rich with the idea of being a rich man is just for fun.

It's very difficult to explain yourself, especially when you're not fully integrated.

I didn't believe in this state at all, but after experiencing it myself, it seems fascinating.

Not some ecstasy, not some peak pleasure, just a kind of naturalness and ease.

The character must be retained, and the falsehood will always be there, perhaps after the kill is completed.

However, no matter how good the state is, it is also false.

I'm not looking for a better character, not a natural and relaxed state, but authenticity.

It's as if these things come with slashing.

In other words, in the process of depriving the character of authenticity, it is inevitable to discard the distortion in the mind, and it is also inevitable to experience this natural state.

Does it work for others?

I don't know, I don't care, anyway, that's how I am, and these words are only useful to me.

Is there a way to become a natural and relaxed state without killing and pursuing truth?

I do not know.

These speculations and thoughts have nothing to do with me.

I can't go back, and I don't want to go back, the dark reality has already stared at me, and there is no escape.

Besides, I don't want to go back.

Why did you kill in the first place?

Isn't it good to experience the world of duality?

Anyway, no one will be hurt, no matter how painful and sad it is, it is just a picture element.

It's easy, it's simple, there's no distortion in the mind, those fearful emotions can't be pulled, what a wonderful day.

Or, full of blood, bruised all over the body, still dare to fight, lose a lot, but also have a lot, tears and smiles are intertwined with life, it is also great.

Even if it is just a cautious, humble, crying, timid, and obscure experience, it is a completely novel experience.

It seems that they are much better than the black reality.

Go ahead, unreal is unreal, even though I have been shaken, though the beauty of falsehood has been revealed to me again.

But I still don't want to go back.

The devouring feeling continues, and I will continue to encourage the devouring feeling to make the character's brokenness even more obvious.

I don't need to explain my behavior, and I don't need a theory to regulate my behavior.

On the contrary, others can only summarize norms from my behavior, and can only take my behavior as norms, and always revise norms.

Because I will think in words and deeds that are inconsistent with the norm, but everything I do is the norm, then I can only continue to modify the norm.

It's a futility.

The teacher's words are not real, the teacher is not real, I am not real, this thinking is not real, the world is not real.

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