You're dead.

Keep fearing me, keep using cool points to seduce me, what are you? Dare to be a threat in front of me?

I know that you are doing your best to put me to sleep, and I know that all of this is only infinite.

But you still have to die. It's not because you don't exist, it's not because you're actually a part of me, it's not because you're doing reasonable things, I'm going to let you go.

I don't care what the content of fear is, and I don't care what the content of the cool point is, you have to die anyway. There is no reason at all, there is no logical analysis, I just want you to die.

When you pull me hard every day, you should be ready for death to come. I will come for revenge, I will definitely come for revenge, it's all a lie. And you, what qualifications do you have to stand there arrogantly?

I'm not going to argue with the content of fear anymore, and I won't force the fight against the content of the fantasy. Unreal is unreal, there is nothing to discuss.

If the character does not exist, then all words and deeds in order to enrich the character's attributes are nonsense.

I repeat, you're dead. Although I don't know your form, although I don't know your name, I believe that you will be recorded in all the classic books.

Let me sleep, let me take falsehood as truth, use fear and many other means to prevent me from seeing falsehood. Even, I know that this is false, but there are still countless forces that make me not kill.

That's you, an inexplicable thing that doesn't exist.

Come on, deceive me, deceive me as much as you like in this non-existent world. What are you, and what are you capable of, I don't care at all. Because in the end, it will be me who will win.

The unreal does not exist, and the real never ceases to exist.

This world is very beautiful, life is very exciting, joys, sorrows and sorrows are like beautiful notes. Although the negative emotions in his life occupy the majority, he also brings out those good times and all kinds of sweet and warm moments.

It has nothing to do with me.

It's to ruin all this, and you can use all kinds of means to deceive me and pull me. However, this world is not real, and without a me, no one will be hurt and no one will be rewarded.

No one cried, and at the same time no one was happy.

Any fear can only make me angry. And those cool fantasies can also only bring anger. See, the tricks you once knew had not worked, but they had aroused my anger.

I used to be trembling under fear, and I would move forward under fear. Stay away from the truth and struggle in this false world to your heart's content.

Those cool fantasies, like sweet temptations, tell me that none of this is so bad. Prevent me from crumbling in fear and still let me enjoy in this false world.

On the one hand, you are struggling, on the other hand, you are happy, on the other hand, you are afraid, and on the other hand, you are really cool. And those layers of misleading, when I think I see through your tricks, I don't know that I am still playing with you.

However, those layers of misleading are just like a thin veil. As long as I see, as long as I am honest, then I can't stand up to the scrutiny of logic.

I don't know it, but I think I know a lot, and that's how I am. And, willingly, let you deceive me like this. However, it is all over, and it will be over.

I'm curious, is it worth spending a lifetime to kill you, and can I succeed?

Unfortunately, I have no backup plan, and any trick you play can only provoke my anger. So, the question is, how long does it take for this anger to build up? Or, even if it doesn't, am I going to surrender and throw away that anger?

The reason why a slave is a slave is that he may never have believed that he was a slave.

It's a beautiful world, and the elements of duality give me the freedom to choose and imagine playing in this false world. I have to admit that you are also very good. Because only truth exists, and I, who have been deceived by you, can believe that falsehood is truth.

Obviously, there is only infinity, and it is because of you that I am asked to take these limitations as real. Even, these limitations were not doubted at all, as if their authenticity was not doubted at all.

Unfortunately, once you doubt it, you will find that there is no support for all this at all. All perceptions are based on one's own speculation, and they are all wishful thinking.

Those flood myths and stories are called false just to make the world seem more real. It was as if I decided that the myth of the flood was false, so I took it for granted that the world was real.

Moreover, you will also cover it up with emotions and pull it with fear. When I doubted the reality of the world, fear kept me from thinking, as if there was something more important than reality.

Strong emotions protect the character's self-definition, and fear pulls at me so much that I don't dare to let go of the twists in my head. Look at my family, look at society, am I abandoned like this? Fear is like this, the days when I have no money, the crying of my family, and so on.

Unreal is unreal, and no matter how skillful your means are, you can't turn a false into a real. You can make me think that false is true, and you can deceive me with impunity. But a false is a falsehood, and it can never be true.

Even if I think that the false is true, I still haven't escaped the truth, and I still haven't escaped the category of "that awareness." Maybe I won't know the truth for the rest of my life, maybe I'll be deceived by you all my life, maybe I'll be appeased with something like "what I think is true" or something.

Just like those people in the Middle Ages, they always believed that the earth was the center of the universe, but that did not affect that the earth was not the center of the universe at all. The metaphor is a bit problematic, but I know exactly what I'm trying to say, I don't know I know, that's all.

Your methods are all for deception, so that I can't see the obvious truth. It will all come to an end, and I already know that you exist, and I know your means.

There is only one truth, you are dead.

Yuan Changwen suddenly remembered the question, "Does something that has not been perceived by anyone exist?"

It seems like a very unsolvable question, but why should I care about something in the binary world? It's just the content of perception, it's just the element of the picture that I perceive, it's just the awareness of the content, it doesn't matter what it is.

There is no need to distinguish between what is called "scenery", "thinking", and "memory". There is no need to distinguish, they are all a whole.

That awareness and the pictorial element are the whole, and the individual contents of the pictorial element are also the whole.