I grabbed so many things that the twists in my head were quite complicated.

Those so-called common sense of life are simply nonsense.

All knowledge is based on speculation about the future from the past, and until it is impossible to determine that the past actually happened, this speculation about the future based on the past becomes nonsense.

For example, I shouldn't have known that "apples will fall".

There are many small things that affect me all the time.

For example, I don't think that the apples in a cabinet are gone, but when the apples are in the cabinet, I can't confirm that the apples are in the cabinet.

When I open the cabinet and see the apples, I can't confirm that "the apples are still in the cabinet when I close the cabinet, so I will see the apples when I open the cabinet".

"I eat the apple, and then there are no apples" is still based on past speculation.

And these are almost always feared as a point of incursion, and the object is usually money.

How do I know that if I spend money, I won't have money, especially when I don't have anything to spare.

The sense of security that money brings is transformed into character attributes, and fear makes me grasp those unfounded affirmations wantonly.

I obviously don't know anything, and once I remove time, once I see the past and just assume that it is true, then all the knowledge in my head becomes.

And I firmly grasp this nonsense knowledge and forcibly treat this knowledge as true, which is distortion.

If I only have a deposit of 1,000, how do I know that after spending 500, I will have 500 left in my deposit?

It may seem like a mentally retarded question, but as long as you are honest about the assumptions of the problem, rather than answering it with emotion, the question is not mentally retarded at all.

It's not that "I only have a deposit of 1,000 and it hurts to spend 500, and then I can't be sure if this spending is a good thing or a bad thing", it's that I don't know anything.

I don't know if it's good or bad, I don't know if there will be five hundred left, I don't know if there will be a next moment.

None of this is real, even if I spend five hundred and only five hundred remain, even if the character really wastes five hundred, these are still unreal.

How can you believe that the world is real, how can you believe that there are countless people walking in this world.

I don't see that it's all about being aware of it, not thinking that there are other people who have the world, as they once did.

The worldview that used to be very strange to me, and it suddenly occurred to me that if the worldview refers to the way of seeing the world, not the attitude towards what is happening in the world, then almost everyone has the same worldview.

I believe that there is a universe, I believe that there is oneself, I believe that others are real people, and I believe that countless people walk in this world.

I used to believe that, but now I feel strange about it.

Obviously, this is just realization, and there is no truth to it.

It seems, I didn't even notice, when this changed.

If it changes, it changes, it doesn't mean anything, it just means that the way I see the world has changed.

It's not done yet, and these changes don't mean they're moving forward.

There are so many distortions in my mind that I don't pay attention to them but they still affect me, such as the so-called common sense of life.

That's how life is ruined, my mother is nothing, just a piece of shit.

It seems that describing my mother like this is simply a big rebellion, but why can't it be a big rebellion?

Why can't you treat your mom like a piece of shit?

Mom is arrogant in my head, who allowed it?

I'm sick to my mom, can't I?

In other words, I feel sick of all the about my mother in my head.

It's all just the content of the realization, why be arrogant here.

I know that it is your means again, to put the so-called maternal love and filial piety in high places, and then declare that these are true.

It's useless, even if human nature is good, even if maternal love is a nature, even if pure maternal love is a nature, and acquired maternal love is a transaction......

A lot could have been said and a lot could have been explained, but it was useless.

Nature itself is not real, animals live very naturally, but they are still not real.

I'm not trying to be a better version of myself, or I'm trying to make life easier and more natural, and to ruin the unreal.

Unfortunately, everything is not real, so you have to destroy everything.

Unreal stuff doesn't have the right to pull me, and the distortions in my head are shit, no matter what the content is, it's shit.

Why do you have to present these things in the picture elements, is this kind of slashing and entanglement drama interesting?

Perhaps, the mind is only what is realized, and what else is there to say.

All of this has nothing to do with thinking, and trying to decipher the laws of these occurrences is a futile attempt based on assumptions.

Instead of meditating and trying not to think, it is better to use thinking to see the nonsense of thinking.

Mom is a kind of obstacle, you can see the ridiculous stuff when you remove the time, but she pretends to be real here.

No matter what the content of the mind is, it is not real, including slashing.

I can't figure out why I want to convince others, talk to what I'm aware of, and say to NPCs that the world is unreal, and it feels weird to think about it.

None of me here, the characters are unreal, the kills are unreal, the hard work is unreal.

It can be categorized as "meaningful", but the planning itself becomes a personal preference, but a significant number of people share the same personal preference.

It's all going to be shattered, it's going to be burned, and it's not possible for the unreal to remain in the flames of hell.

Because the unreal does not exist, only the real exists.

Let me die, the character of Yuan Changwen has no reason to exist, he must die.

The unreal is standing in the queue of the unreal, as if I will take the unreal as real if I don't pay attention to it.

The idea that something is dangerous is nonsense in itself.

Like a movie clip, how does the protagonist survive in the thrilling end, what's the danger of that?

Of course, it can be said that in this case, if you are not careful, you will get injured, or you can say that you are lucky, but in reality, these possibilities do not exist at all.

There are countless possibilities in life, hell, there is only one possibility in life, but no one knows what it is.

Perhaps, it is this kind of unknown that makes people feel that they have free will, and that there are countless possibilities in life.

I seem to be stuck here, and I don't feel like there is such a word as "possibility" at all, but it's just a little bit clear of it.

Perhaps, this is the contradiction between the past and the future, what happens is necessarily that there is no other possibility, and what does not happen is "I don't know".

It's not important, life doesn't matter, family is dispensable.

Although the character will want to capture his family, although the character will want the approval of others, the non-existence of the unreal is not important.

Fear only.

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