Who am I?

It's clear that I'm not my job, and I'm not my marriage.

So, who am I?

"Haha!"

Yuan Changwen suddenly laughed, thinking that I was a mortal, and I actually started to think about this kind of problem?!

This question that was once dismissed, this question that was once scoffed.

Just because you don't think about it doesn't mean you've solved it.

It's just that we ignore it, we "mature", and we are just diverted from the goal.

Yes, and the demon, trying to distract me from thinking about authenticity, about who I am.

Even if you are a professor in the Department of Philosophy, you must only be superficial, and it is impossible to think deeply.

Because I'm not stupid, although I'm not a genius, I'm definitely not stupid.

Now my thinking is almost devastating, look at my wife's performance, if my mother knew, it must be the same situation.

How is it possible for those philosophy professors to think about these ultimate questions when they have a job and a family?

I don't believe it!

Yuan Changwen found that the horror of that demon was far beyond imagination, and just thinking about "who I am" would not destroy it.

You have to find something you can be sure of as true!

Hey?

That demon wants to mislead me and deceive me, but I have to exist!

Yuan Changwen found it and found the clue from the spark of thought.

No matter how the devil deceives me and misleads me, then there must be "me" in order for it to mislead and deceive.

That is, the existence of "me" is certain no matter what.

Because the devil's deception and misleading only makes sense if "I" exists, otherwise who else is it misleading?

"I'm a genius!"

Yuan Changwen was very happy and seemed to have figured out the biggest problem.

I exist, that's the answer!

Everything else is false, or rather, I'm not sure that everything else is true.

But I'm pretty sure that I exist, and those three words are absolutely true!

Yuan Changwen jumped up from the sofa in an instant, dancing with his hands, and the problem that had been troubled for a long time was solved.

When you open the refrigerator, the crisp sound of the can is so pleasant.

Yuan Changwen couldn't help it, and spun and danced alone with a Coke.

Hehe, everyone else is garbage, and I'm the only one who has figured it out.

Alas, poor man, he is still struggling, and he has not even seen through the world.

Yuan Changwen gulped down Coke, chilled, cool!

With a hiccup, I caught my eye on the advertising slogan on the can, "Be yourself!"

Yuan Changwen stood in the living room as if he had been struck by lightning, holding a can in his hand and his eyes glazed.

Be yourself?!

Who is yourself?

The one you thought was yours, was it really you?

Yuan Changwen found that the problem still went back to the original problem.

Who am I?

It was just a confirmation of my existence, not an explanation of who I am.

I began to get carried away and despise other people!

Isn't it the definition of self to see oneself as a superior person? Isn't it the result of self-weaving?

"You see, I've figured it all out, you're still struggling, you're all trash. ”

Who put this kind of thought in my head?

Demon!

It's the demon.

Depend on!

Yuan Changwen really wanted to take out that demon and beat him, he really misled himself all the time!

Accidentally, I weave a layer of definition for "self", and I think I have seen through it all.

This definition, like all others, is additional.

Well, that's the question.

Who am I?

Or, what am I?

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My wife walked down the street alone, and gradually, the anger in my heart dissipated.

Perhaps, it was because he was usually too fierce that Yuan Changwen became like this, right?

At night, the roadside is lit up and the traffic is incessant, and it seems that you can't feel the difference between night and day at all.

There are still so many people, there are still so many cars, maybe only in the middle of the night can the city be quiet.

My wife wanted to call her mother, and she wanted to find someone to cry about, but for some reason, as she walked, the anger that she wanted to kill and want to collapse just now disappeared.

In retrospect, I behaved like a madman at home.

How could it be that feeling?

The wife herself didn't believe what she had just done and felt, as if that person was not herself.

It's strange, if that person is not himself, who would it be?

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Yuan Changwen held a Coke, stood on the windowsill, looked at the street lamps and car lights, and listened to the sound of shops and horns.

After understanding that I am not a job, that I am not a marriage, that I am not these external materialities.

Yuan Changwen had to face the last boundary, the last boundary about the material world.

Is "I" my body?

Not exactly, obviously I still have a mind, I can think.

Unless, my current thinking was forced by someone else, written long ago like a program.

So, I don't have the will to do it, everything is booked?

Yuan Changwen's first reaction was not to believe it, no one would believe that his thinking was imposed by others, and his thinking was a computer program.

For so many years, I read books and learned knowledge by myself, and in the end I found that my thinking was not my own?!

Any of your own thinking is based on a higher level of control?

No, no.

So, how does it know what I'm going to think next?

Obviously, I have a choice now, thinking about movie content, or thinking about reality TV. It's clear that all this is under your control, how can there be no free will?!

So, I am my own body and mind...... Is it?

Yuan Changwen didn't dare to confirm it, because it seemed to be stuck in some kind of cycle. It seems to be free, how can we know that this so-called free choice has been chosen by the devil a long time ago?

The street lights are always yellowish, and the cars on the streets are whizzing by. For some reason, driving always makes people prone to tantrums.

Yuan Changwen looked at the vehicle downstairs, kept honking the horn, kept flashing the lights, and inexplicably had a smile.

Hey?!

I can see anything because I have eyes and the nerves in my brain are in a normal state.

But that doesn't mean that what I see is what it is.

Yuan Changwen looked at the red-toned Coke in his hand, is it red-toned?

No, let's just say that from the human eye, it's a red-dominated can.

The human eye can only see "visible light", and "invisible light" is at least a hundred times more than "visible light".

As for the red color of the can in the hand, it is because the object itself does not absorb red, and the red is reflected into the human eye, causing humans to see the red light.

So, what color is the can itself? No one knows, and it's even a little pointless.

To put it another way, if the structure of the human eye changes a little, adjust the range of "visible light" up and down by an order of magnitude.

So, is this world still the original world?

Apparently not.

The reason why this world is the way it is is because human beings can only see the world like this.

In other words, everything we see is not what the object really is. In other words, we cannot confirm the authenticity of any object.

Yuan Changwen was a little sad, years of materialist education in exchange for this kind of conclusion.

All definitions of "self" are unreal, because they are just additions to the background.

All objects are also unreal, because the structure of the human body determines that we can only see so much.

What else is real?!

Yuan Changwen really wanted to find out the hidden demon and carefully torture him, what is real in this world?

Are my feelings real?

Yuan Changwen smashed his fist on the window frame, and a burst of pain hit him, making him can't help but gasp.

So, my pain is real...... Is it?

Yuan Changwen suddenly thought that when he owned the orb, he was deprived of pain on the seventh day.

If the whole human race does not have the sense of pain, then does the feeling of "pain" still exist?

In other words, "pain" is based on human feelings, not real ones.

Strictly speaking, it is that I can't confirm the authenticity of the various feelings, I can't confirm it.

Yuan Changwen had a headache, and when he thought about it, he seemed to be stuck and couldn't move on.

No, there is!

You can move forward!

Is my mind real?