I had no idea what it was all about.

Yuan Changwen felt a deep devouring, as if as long as he faced the killing, this devilish devouring would begin.

I always thought I was almost done, because there was really nothing to kill, none of this was real, what else was there to say. However, each time you will find your own substance, and each time you will find that you are still "thinking" something.

This world is not real, there is no Yuan Changwen, these are simply things that don't know what to say. Even though it all seems very real, I have hands and feet to think, I have the ability to move through space yesterday and today, and so much love and hatred intertwined.

But unreal is unreal, why do I still hold on to something, and why is I easily held hostage by fear? I must still hold on to something, I must still think that certain things cannot happen, so I will easily let the bewitching woman who fears succeed.

I was born into this world as if it meant some kind of responsibility, something had to be accomplished in order to be called a "human". If that's the case, then I don't want this "person", Lao Tzu won't do it!

No one has any qualifications to judge me, and I can't even be sure if there is anybody. What can escape "that awareness"? If they are only perceived pictorial elements, what qualifications can be made to claim the dominance of a certain pictorial element?

Perhaps, the people in the picture will think so, but who is more advanced to the canvas? Which picture element is more powerful?

I wanted to die, something was still holding me back. Or rather, I was meant to be those things. It's not that I have those self-definitions, but that I am those self-definitions. These self-definitions constitute the role of Yuan Changwen, so that his words and deeds have certain norms and laws.

However, none of this is true. I don't understand how these unreal things can have so much power that they can't be killed. I give them infinite power because I still value certain things, but what is there to value in a false world?

I don't know why I haven't gotten rid of it yet, maybe my premise is that I can't get rid of falsehood, my premise is that I can't touch the truth. Unfortunately, I can't see everything as "my premise", and if that were the case, I wouldn't have to continue to kill.

What is the difference between working hard to kill and working hard to make money? There is no difference, it is all the words and deeds of the characters, they are all false, they are just memorizing the script. Beheading is not very advanced, just like filial piety to one's parents is not something worth promoting.

The question is, what is true?

If it's not true, why do you have to hold on to it?

All of them are just the elements of the picture that we perceive at the moment, what is right or wrong? What should not happen? It seems that all of this should be logical, all should be in accordance with some law, and all should be reasonable.

But what do I know? Nima doesn't know anything, and what of those "knows" is not based on one or a few assumptions? Or does it take a guess that has been verified a million times as true, such as the apple falling to the ground.

Think about the verification test in the school, what exactly is verified?

I can't help but be sure that Apple will land in the future, and even if Apple actually lands before, I can't confirm it.

Yuan Changwen was uncomfortable, wanting to crush his heart, and then he didn't have to think about these bullshit things. Can death touch reality? Not necessarily, who knows if they are the characters in it?

Time does not exist, although the feeling of the last moment is so real that one has to wonder if the previous moment is real. However, there is still no evidence of the existence of the previous moment.

I'm always trying to find an explanation for how time that is obviously not real can seem real. Unfortunately, I can't. No matter how you interpret it, there are inescapable assumptions in it.

Even if we admit that these are the elements of the picture that we perceive at the moment, even if we admit that these times are false, even if we only admit that these are the changes in the elements of the picture, just like the light of a movie. Again, these are assumptions, and they are still untrue.

I don't know what time is all about, and I don't know what means make me aware of this moment, but I think that those previous memories are also very real.

That inexplicable force forged all these hallucinations, hallucinations so real that no one believed them to be hallucinations.

If you want to explain it, you can't explain it at all, and that's where the contradiction lies.

I have to admit that I can't explain anything, and I don't have any reason to say that I can explain anything. Some things are false and don't need to be explained at all, like the workings of the world and things like that. There is no world at all, what exactly am I explaining?

None of this exists, only that awareness is real.

What reason do I have to believe that I can explain the elements of the picture that I perceive, or that I can explain the relationship between the individual elements? The most important thing is that this mind is also a picture element, and I don't know how it came about.

Perhaps, it is possible to say that throwing the apple caused the apple to fall to the ground and shatter, but these statements are just visual elements that are perceived at the moment, and are not evidence at all. To believe that an apple was broken because it was thrown away or fell to the ground is wishful thinking.

If the apple is not related to the apple falling to the ground, then what caused the apple to break?

It's this waste problem that has been haunting me!

Why do you think that something caused the apple to break? Why do you think that these things happen coherently? Whether it's the causality of common sense, or the future of quantum theory that determines the past, and so on, all of them are determined to be true before and after.

I don't know, here's the answer.

Is it really because the apple fell to the ground? I don't know, maybe yes or maybe not. In other words, the reason for the apple to break is neither "the apple landing" nor "not the apple landing".

I can't be sure of one thing.

Think about it, I can't even walk for sure, what can I affirm for myself? That awareness is just a logical affirmation, I can grasp "that awareness" and say, hey, this is that awareness?

Can't do it, at least the characters can't do it. As for whether those legendary beings can do it, and whether they can do it after the slaughter is completed, I don't know.

I can't be sure of everything, but I'm still sure of a lot of things. It's not just that the so-called chicken soup can't affirm the future, and can't affirm that the immediate disaster is a disaster or something. It's all and everything, all words and words.

There's a table here, how do I know there's really a table?

Or, add "I perceive that there is a table, but not really a table, I don't know." However, we can ignore this premise and go straight to what we guess is really a table. ”

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