I'm smart, that's what I've always thought.

But how does the clever thing manifest itself? know more knowledge, know more content, quickly find the laws between things, abstract thinking, spatial imagination?

Everybody wants to be smart, but I'm going to cut out all this self-righteousness.

The elements of the picture are presented just as they are presented, nothing more. There is no connection, there is no right or wrong, there is no cause and effect, there is no time, it is the way things are.

The world is not real, so what are the plans for the future? Those plans are not about what I am going to do, what am I going to experience, but just driven by the fear in my head.

The fear in my head comes from the times, and the idea of becoming a superior person is given by the times. I don't understand how people who believe in such things can say such nonsense as "my fate is up to me".

It's obviously "from the sky".

Perhaps, a person who is not afraid of life will still have a plan, will make a wish, and will want to do a lot of things. But it didn't come from fear, it followed the heartbeat.

Besides, these are all teaching characters how to live better, what does it have to do with me?

To kill is to destroy everything. Anything that wants me to think about how the characters live is a distraction, it's a hindrance.

Letting go seems to have become a barrier, an insurmountable obstacle. I can't even let go of myself at any time, and all this is where the power of fear lies. As soon as I thought of letting go, fear set in, leaving me with nothing but a twist in my mind.

It's bullshit, the twist in my head is shit, what's there to catch?

So, there is another thing that comes out of emotions, and I can't believe it because of the distortion in my mind anyway, so I believe in myths.

What childish words and deeds, those things are also made up. Even if there is a god, even if there is a God, it is still the existence of some kind of character, is there any great thing?

What is it like to control a universe? What is it like to be eternal? What is so great about being born with the universe and witnessing the tens of billions of years of the universe?

It's still just a fake, it's still just a presentation of picture elements.

If there really is such an existence, but it is still trapped in the character, then it can be seen how powerful the power of fear is.

No matter what is standing in front of me, there is only one "me" and one "other", and the existence of such a character already declares that none of this is real. Maybe I'll be afraid of ghosts, maybe I'll be afraid of some cosmic-level bully, maybe I'll be tortured, maybe I'll be killed.

However, all this is just a presentation of the elements of the picture. No one will be tortured, no one will be killed, the character of Yuan Changwen does not exist, and neither does the other party. What is arrogant? What do you care about? What do you show off?

It's as if you can destroy all these explanations, you can destroy the killing, you can destroy the truth? As if I've killed so many chapters, and I'm still just an ordinary person, so I don't want to work hard to make money? As if I should have some kind of supernatural power to prove that my words have great power.

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Look at it, others are still in my head. Always trying to convince others, always trying to prove that you are right, only falsehood needs to be proven.

No one can get rid of the truth, no one can get rid of "I exist", what is there to argue?

What I want to argue about is not the content of the topic at all, but I want to prove that I am right, that my character exists, and that all of this is true. constantly plumps up the character attributes through my own victories, and the pain caused by defeat makes me believe that I am the character of Yuan Changwen.

In order to avoid the pain of failure, I pathologically pursued success. Whether it's career or conversation, whether it's clothing or food, anyway, I'm going to win on one side or the other. At least in a certain circle, I'm not good for nothing.

I've been centering on the character of Yuan Changwen, and with fear, I've done a good job of plumping up the character attributes and piling up various self-definitions. Even slashing can be something I show off.

Throwing yourself into the flames and letting hell scorch your soul is slashing.

Yuan Changwen felt that he was starting to rot again, and as long as he was quiet, the rot would go on non-stop. My words and actions are a kind of obstacle, and no matter what it is, distraction is an obstacle.

What are other people doing here?

Want to gain the admiration of others? In the absence of causal relationship, what does the picture element have to do with me that "others worship Yuan Changwen"? Or what does it have to do with what I do?

I don't know what the results will be, because the words and actions I choose at the moment are not inferences from my head at all, but from the flow. I can't be sure that there is a future, so I don't need to worry about the future or anything, just flow along the terrain.

Even if the next moment is death, it doesn't matter. The whole world doesn't matter, and neither does anything related to the character. It's all just a presentation of picture elements, and it's something that doesn't exist at all.

I'm not the character of Yuan Changwen, all of this is just the picture elements that I am aware of, and they are all just the content of my awareness.

Perhaps, after the killing, I will live like this.

I'm sick to myself right now, to the twists in my head. Whoever tries to promote the twist in my head makes me sick. Moreover, not letting go of oneself is even more ridiculous nonsense.

The anchor firmly held the ship of life, and I felt this more and more clearly, and my hands really grabbed the character. The fingers and palms can't be broken at all. The power of emotions is terrifying, and if I had reason and free will, it would have been over a long time ago.

I'm not wrong, I can't be wrong, these words don't come to mind, but I know that's what I think. It seems that his killing is very reasonable, just like when he just left the empire, he will constantly fantasize about the scene where he meets his mother and convinces his mother.

And now, I want to convince others, I want my slash to be justified, I want others to admit that my slash was the right one. All of this is done in the head, and it is all controlled by the "I think" in the head.

Wake up from the dream, slash all the way, bloody around lying family, feelings, career, etc. This is the massacre, and it is the path of a madman. It's not even clear whether it can be done or not.

I don't need to explain much, I just need to cut through the twists in my mind and see how I believe. Then, hindered by fear, swing the knife to slash that attachment. As for being reasonable, as for explaining it clearly, as for making it clear to others at once what I'm doing, what the hell is this?

I know that all this is just a presentation of the elements of the picture, but the protection of emotions does not allow me to think so. Fear everything about the character, then, the character should die.

If you dare to fear me, I will dare to kill you.