There is no disorientation, infinite existence and no limitations.

This mind is false, this body is false, so none of me is lost. Only limitations can be lost, and having a self and an environment can cause such a situation as being lost.

And without me, or rather, only infinite, what to get lost in?

is still grasping the character, I really can't figure it out, Yuan Changwen's character is not real at all, what is worth catching? Unreal is unreal, an honest person doesn't need more explanations.

Explode, let me die, it feels like the character is about to disappear, but the strong emotions are still firmly grasped. Fear of being someone else, fear of all this disappearing.

However, all this does not exist in the first place, it is just the presentation of the elements of the picture. Moreover, when you imagine that in the future you will only be aware of the words and actions of another person, worries and uneasiness will come to the surface.

It seems that I should not discard the role of Yuan Changwen, as if this role should always exist. These so-called precious memories, the so-called bonds that are difficult to abandon, are just unreal manifestations.

How much or how much you want, even a slight change can become another life. Never be in place to be aware again, as if something had happened.

Of course, this is just speculation, and it is assumed that there is a real me walking in this false world. Any feeling is just a presentation of the elements of the picture, including the sense of déjà vu.

If desired, the elements of the picture can present all the déjà vu, and each one is full of déjà vu. It's all false anyway, it's all distorted anyway, what's impossible?

Even if you grab the character with strong emotions at the moment, you just catch it, and you just use Qin Xu's energy to inject it to ensure that all this will not dissipate. There will be a moment when you will not continue to inject energy, and there will be a day when it will all be over.

What can I trust? I can't be sure of even the simplest spatial movement, what else can I believe? And the character doesn't seem to care about these issues at all, as if there are a lot of important things waiting for me, more important than who I really am.

It seems that the busyness of the surrounding crowd, the struggle of friends, and the chic of the rich are all expressing what philosophical questions are completely fed up.

Yes, everyone is a sane person, but I am the only one who is crazy. What else is there to be reasonable, and what is there to weigh?

I'm already reluctant to trust my own brain, and I don't want to add any distortions to my mind. To calculate, to weigh, to think about how to find the right path in the dark.

Hell, just open your eyes.

Thinking with the distortion of the brain, and using the limited cognition to speculate on the infinite, I have a problem with my brain, right? Some sweetness makes me mistakenly think that the distortion in the brain is feasible, and with the education from a young age, what brain will rust if it is not used, and what machine intelligence is still made by people......

So, does reality tell me that there are more distortions in the head, or is there more distortions in the head that don't control life at all? But I don't believe these things, I don't see them, and the strong emotions cover them up.

So, how can I be a sane person? It's not that I'm good, it's that everyone is good, I'm just a madman.

I don't need to be believed, and I don't need to convince others. This unreal world is so large, with its intricacies of human nature and its diversity of ideas, that it is just a distraction.

There is nothing to worry about and nothing to fear.

Yuan Changwen once again felt relaxed, as if the whole world had become his playground, and those things that had once worried about fear seemed to have no understanding of why he was worried about fear. I am like an outsider, feeling the world with interest and feeling all kinds of things that are happening.

However, this is still not true. Is there any difference between drifting slowly with ease and trembling with fear?

It doesn't matter if I'm scared or light, it's not real. I'm not done yet, it's not over yet. At this moment, relaxation may only be a reward, maybe a temporary lucidity, but it still prevents me from continuing to kill.

How could I just stop at an easy position? Maybe it would be easy when the slash was done, or maybe the opposite, maybe I would be overwhelmed. It doesn't matter, it's the key to keep killing and moving forward.

Is Mom really Mom? Can I be sure?

Even if my mother really gave birth to me, even if my mother really worked hard to bring me up, this is not a reason for my mother to be arrogant in my head. No matter what the reason is, it is based on artificial distortion, and it is all a reason to build for the sake of a good life, a good life, a good society, and so on.

It's not real.

Protected by my strong emotions, I didn't need to delve into the mechanics of these things. Am I filial because of fear? Am I filial because of others?Am I filial because of my plump character?

There's no need to explore and analyze, it's not true, three words are enough to get this shit out of my head. Of course, it's not an instantaneous thing, as the slashing of so many chapters can prove it.

Can it be proven?

There is no way to prove it, it is just wishful thinking. There is no need to argue on the same level as the idea, which will never be killed, but will admit that in some cases the distortion in the mind is correct. Or rather, in a certain way, the distortion in the mind is correct.

No matter how ridiculous the distortion is, there is a certain truth.

Unreal is unreal, and grasping with strong emotions is just futile and the only thing the character can do. What else can we use to treat the unreal as the real but to use emotions? Is it possible to turn the unreal directly into the real?

The only way to make me think of the unreal as the real is that I can't directly turn the unreal into the real. After all, how easy it is to deceive me, and a sentence that everyone is like this can easily shake me. Coupled with the help of fear and coolness, and the ultimate fear of death, I was as obedient as a lamb.

Am I wasting my time? Am I wasting my life?

Any fear is my guide, allowing me to see clearly what I am still grasping. The success of the character is a ridiculous that is hard to kill, as if you have to succeed, no matter what the specifics are.

The point is, whether I'm successful or not, whether I'm successful or not, whether I'm successful or not, doesn't affect anything. These are just the presentation of picture elements, and what do they affect?

That kind of fear, that kind of fear, does not stand up to rational analysis at all. And strong emotions are meant to drown out reason. When I focus on these self-definitions, emotions can't stop me from thinking rationally.