I still think some things are true, for example, I think it's wrong for a man to hit a woman, and I think it's natural to give up a seat to an old man. However, these are just social conventions, so what qualifies them to be true?

In other words, I am blocked by this kindness because I am a good person?

Knowing that these are untrue, but not treating them as unreal. Even if the flow of life makes me do some bad things, I will still hesitate and weigh it.

Fear, all fear. Because of the role of Yuan Changwen, because he regards himself as the role of Yuan Changwen, he will make all kinds of words and deeds to maintain this role. Whether it is from the material demand or the spiritual aspect of "suffering is a blessing", they are all enriching the role.

I used to be unable to see fear, just think, who would think that the root of their good deeds is actually fear. Now I can see fear, but I can't get rid of it.

I don't know what else to do, I don't seem to be a match for the character at all.

Perhaps, the character of Yuan Changwen can be divided into two parts, one is a bastard voice and the other is a normal voice. The bastard voice is me, always thinking that the world is false, the characters are false, and the knowledge in those heads is distorted. And the normal voice actively works hard and has the courage to climb the peak.

It's a pity that the so-called normality is just a puppet who is afraid of that bewitching woman.

Every time I talk about fear, I have to ask myself, is slashing fear?

In this way, you will return to the teacher's teaching, "What would you do without this?"

Obviously, he simply couldn't accept that he would never succeed. But the strange thing is that sometimes I think that these are just perceived picture elements, and my own thinking itself is one of the picture elements, so what kind of control do you talk about?

Since it can't be controlled, it's not up to you to decide whether the killing can be completed. I don't know exactly what I'm going to be aware of, so I'm just passively aware of whether the character can kill or not.

I'm that awareness myself, so what else do I need to kill? The things that I'm holding on to are all false. It's funny to think about, the only reality I can't get rid of, but I can't grasp it either. What you see with both eyes is false.

What kind of power can make me think that I am only the role of Yuan Changwen, and what kind of power can make me know that I am the role of Yuan Changwen after knowing that I am that kind of awareness.

It seems that he is like being glued to the role of Yuan Changwen by a thick glue, even if he knows that awareness, he needs to work hard to break free from the glue.

I still feel like I should kill myself, and I don't understand the meaning of the character's existence at all. If it was the former self, even if it was humble, it would not commit suicide. Of course, he is not humbled in life, and if he commits suicide so easily, this well-planned dream seems too bad.

Hit the spot.

used to be the self, and would think that he was the character of Yuan Changwen, so all the life experiences are worth recalling. What is not worth having for that awareness? But now, the character has been played by me, as if it has lost its meaning of existence.

It's not always possible, it's just that you need a character who kills the character...... Well, it's possible, maybe I'll be used as a negative teaching material to reinforce the existence of other characters. Look at the first person in this empire, thinking about what bullshit is true but not good to die, everyone must actively work hard, this is a positive attitude towards life.

Perhaps, it will really become such propaganda material, and the empire will not have any lower limit to negotiate at all in terms of the means of consolidating imperial rule.

Yuan Changwen didn't know what he was going to do, as if he didn't have any plan at all, and he seemed to have really become stupid.

There are still people and things in my head, and under the banner of my relatives, I have to bow down to them. The people and things in the mind are not simply people and things, the essence of these people and things is actually ideas.

For example, the grandmother is not a simple image of a grandmother, but with countless concepts about pension, filial piety, harmony, treatment of the elderly, and so on.

It seems like I should do this, I should do that, because what my grandmother used to do to me, so I should be. Of course, these are not necessary, but when I say that it is not necessary, I don't think so in my heart.

Quite simply, these people and things are always influencing themselves. And I am also thinking and weighing based on the distortion in my head. There is no flow of life, the distortion in my head blocks everything, and all I can see is my own thoughts.

In other words, consciousness is everything, and that awareness is everything.

I'm the first person in the Empire, and I just ended up being a poor worm who has been played with by the characters for so many years. Spiritual Master, what a revered title. Because it violates science, it cannot be cultivated on a large scale. But the scientists of the empire do not think that there is anything beyond science, even magic, but only a scientific puzzle to solve the key points.

It seems that the spiritual master and science have become one of the two opposing elements that can be chosen. It's like the good camp and the evil camp in the game.

Unfortunately, the limitation is not real. Because of this, the existence of the characters must be false, and it makes me feel sad. When you know the truth exists, but you can't see it anyway, sadness will envelop your whole body.

I keep asking myself what I'm doing and why I'm living according to someone else's philosophy. Even, why do you want to live.

This is a kind of pain, fortunately I escaped from the empire alone, and I really can't imagine how I can kill myself in the circle of imperial life. Perhaps, quarreling and killing people are trivial things.

But for others, this pain will not be understood at all. Everyone will persuade people to be happy and so on. Why be happy? Who can answer this question well?

Yuan Changwen didn't know when, he opened his eyes. Or rather, realize that you have opened your eyes. The depths of the lake don't seem to be dazzling, and even if you open your eyes, you don't feel any excitement. On the contrary, the cold water of the lake slowly and gently glides over the eyes, and there is a different kind of comfort.

Can I really slash it done?

How to kill the part that is slashed with a knife?

Yuan Changwen found that he couldn't figure it out, or rather, he didn't believe it when he figured it out. Didn't keep slashing, didn't keep throwing away the twist in his head, as if this shit was something precious.

On the other hand, the distortion of the mind is indeed very precious, without which can we still be called "human"? Without these, where is the so-called elaborate planning embodied?

Hey, let's all die.