The reason why there are time paradoxes is because of the belief that time exists and passes linearly, which leads to so many paradoxes.

That awareness is everything, and there is no paradox. Whether it's time travel or reincarnation, it's just one more picture element. Or rather, it's just that the elements of the picture that I perceive are different from the ones that others perceive.

Strictly speaking, there is only a picture element called "someone else" that shows the characteristics of being born and bred, and there is also a picture element called "different from other people's cognition".

It's just a visual element that I perceive at the moment.

Is there anything strange about this? Just think that time exists, and that it passes linearly, leads to strangeness. Who knows how the elements of the picture will be presented? Treating the elements of the picture as real will bring about the magic of all kinds of supernatural events.

It's like a painting with ancient people fighting wars, but in the corner there's a traverser or some starship or something. The people in the picture think it's amazing, but is it really magical?

Science, just speculation. And, trying to explain the picture elements through the picture elements, only a mentally retarded person like me would be so easily brainwashed by science.

I don't know if the apple will fall, but I will give the award apple and pretend that I don't even know it's a pretend.

Die, die, die.

Yuan Changwen felt the gloom in his heart, how long would it take for all this to end? After thinking about it, why did it have to end? Wouldn't it be allowed to be a point of no return? Not allowed to be an endless abyss?

I wanted to escape, but it was this part of the routine that caused me to suffer. The distortion in my mind tormented me, and the things that were obviously fake turned into real things and showed off before my eyes.

Reasons, reasons everywhere. This sentence makes sense, and the opposite is equally true, how long will it take for you to understand that duality is?

Why do you want to get into such endless arguments yourself?

Yuan Changwen wanted to kill people in his heart, but he didn't really want to kill, but he was angry and wanted to break the shackles of morality in his heart. These things are not qualified to be shackles, but they have been worn by themselves for so many years, and now it is even more difficult to remove them.

Of course, it's not that it's impossible to take it off, it's that it's hard to remove it and not put on other shackles. Characters always like a fixed thing, "Life should work hard because there is still family waiting for you", "Life should be chic, because you don't know when you will die" and so on.

It's easy to change a shackle, but after so many years of changing your own concept, what is the so-called cognitive upgrade, isn't it just a change of shackles. Wanting to erase the shackles, wanting to settle for "I don't know", wanting to simply admit "can't be sure", this is what the character resists.

The point is, there is no me at all. All of them are just the pictorial elements that we perceive at the moment, and if we remove these pictorial elements, what's left? No matter what the pictorial elements are, they are not real. And I can only perceive these pictorial elements, in other words, I can only perceive the unreal.

What the eyes see, it must be false.

What's so nice about it? Or why can't you just appreciate what you see? Why do you always want to explain? Why do you always want to control? Can't you just stop at what you see?

What can I show but my ignorance, those connections, those reasoning? The apple in my hand used to grow on a tree, the table was shipped from a furniture factory, and I was once the first man in the empire?

Babies should be educated well and responsibly? Parents need our care when they are old? Everyone has bought a house, so I have to work hard? Life is like a play, when it should be played, we have to play? What kind of entertainment do you talk about?

These things, like a jumble of buildings, stand wantonly in the barren desert. Where did the roots come from? How could they be towering like a cloud in the desert? Who could keep these shit buildings other than that I had been contributing to them?

Before, I thought about slashing, about destroying these buildings. However, there is a self-definition in any case, because the character itself is false. The strange thing is that when I see the distortion in my mind as a distortion, when I see the character of Yuan Changwen as a character, these buildings in the desert begin to slowly dissipate.

Because, without anyone to add bricks and tiles, the foundationless buildings will naturally slowly collapse and then be buried by the desert.

However, these things are still controlling me, and they are still presumptuous in my head. If you're not careful, you'll take the distortion in your head as real. For example, "Don't put so much soy sauce in this dish" or something like that.

Of course, it's not wrong to say that, no matter what the characters do, it's false. The point is that I can't do it in the theater mode, watching myself make these words and deeds and knowing that these statements are false.

I would take the distortion in my head as real and start acting. It often takes a few minutes before I come back to my senses, and I was completely unconscious in my emotional state just now. I am irrational, because no sane person, after honest thinking, will never continue to believe in the distortion of the mind. 、

However, I didn't get rid of the distortion in my head. Attached to the tide of emotion, go with the flow, as if as long as you are emotionally strong, you can turn these falsehoods into truth.

There's something wrong with the brain, but I've never thought there's anything wrong with the brain. In other words, I don't think that there is something wrong with my brain to the point where I can't use it. Always rely on the brain because it's the only tool I know.

But now I know another tool, a choice that is not based on fear, a heartbeat that comes from within. It's a no-brainer, but it's a complete insane choice.

In addition, the so-called downstream, a failure is also a kind of downstream. Just like water flows down the terrain, who knows where it will go, and who knows what it will pass along the way?

I can't trust my brain, but I can't get rid of it, I'm so weak. I have always considered myself a person full of responsibility and struggle, even if I can't stand up to the sky, I still carry the burden of the family on my shoulders.

But in fact, it is nothing more than fear of the lambs.

What am I? What is the distortion in my head? When can the elements of the picture be so arrogant?

Yuan Changwen had a feeling that the end of the day should not be too far away.

Maybe it's the end of the killing, maybe it's the end of the flesh, it's an end anyway. And only falsehood has an end, how can truth end? If it is false, then why care?

The role of Yuan Changwen is not me, all this is just the illusion of that awareness, and that awareness is everything. How many more times do you have to say this, and how do you describe it to understand that the distortion in your head is shit?

Perhaps, you will never understand. Perhaps, the next moment is the end. ()

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