It's not that you should let go, but whether you let go or not is just the level of the role.

All the time shattering, burning themselves, burning the world.

The cognition in the head is all shit, and it exists entirely to plump out the characters.

I don't need those so-called cognitions, and I don't need any opinions about me, it's just "I think".

Nothing can be left to save, everything will be burned by the flames.

The whole character is about to be devoured, and there is nothing left.

Shredding, trying to grab the bones and pound hard.

Gouge out your heart and tear it to pieces with both hands, never hearing the beating sound again.

It doesn't take any reason to let yourself be like a madman and ruin it all.

The devouring sensation is spreading densely throughout the body, and it should explode directly, blowing itself to pieces.

There's nothing worth remembering, and no matter what emotions are grasping, they can't be grasped at all.

The seeds of the explosion are all in the back of the head, and it only takes a light touch to destroy the entire head.

Those cognitions, those memories, all of them are gone.

Memories are no longer my memories, they are just the presentation of the elements of the picture at this moment, just the content of the awareness.

It has nothing to do with reality.

The whole body is numb, it is better to rot, there is no problem without this character.

Death is just around the corner, don't stop, jump out with all your might, there is a cliff in front of you.

Plummeting, the rest don't need to worry about it at all, the only thing to pay attention to is just this jump.

I want to shredd, but I can't find a place to start.

It's clear that it's false everywhere, but it seems to have no flaws.

The character must die, no one can save the character, the care of the mother, the warmth of the wife and children, can not save the character.

It can delay the death of the character, and these brokenness can be alleviated, but in the end, the character will die.

The more you resist, the slower.

I wanted to crumple the pain into a ball and smash it hard at myself.

Not procrastination, not dispersion, but concentration like an explosion.

The world doesn't matter, those so-called big events, the so-called imperial dreams, the so-called vital interests, they don't matter.

The whole world is not real, and I am not real, what the hell are these so-called vital interests?

Whatever happens, it's just a presentation of the elements of the picture. I'm just that aware.

I'm not the character of Yuan Changwen, so what does the role have to do with me?

The so-called people go to a high place, which is a kind of nonsense in itself, as if they have lived up to this life if they work hard.

Is this a man-made distortion?

Why do you think that working hard is to live up to it?

How can we conclude that laziness and decadence are failures?

In life, don't let yourself regret it, work hard and work hard.

So, who has been lazy and decadent for a lifetime?

Isn't it a pity to just throw away the experience of laziness and decadence?

Everything is fear, all false means.

As if what is positive is good and what is negative is bad, and there is not the slightest doubt about this judgment.

It's not that you doubt good or bad content, but that this judgment itself is.

If it's just good and bad content, then it's just a matter of changing some conditions and changing the number of people who agree.

It's still just a personal preference, and there's no point in arguing.

The imperial dream needs to be built, and it is natural to gather centripetal force and unite for common development.

And this thing itself is, a distortion formed for a certain goal, what is the truth?

Nothing is real, there is no truth in this world.

There will be more and more anger, and I don't know what the situation is.

Of course, I don't know.

And just like that, drifting and drifting, falling, sinking, and then dying.

What the state of the character means, how to interpret it is nonsense, because I have no way of knowing what it means.

Even if the teacher goes through the same state, even if the teacher can help me confirm it, it's still just.

I can't believe any of these things, I just know that the characters aren't real.

The real isn't here, and I can only spin around at the character level, can I really touch the real?

That awareness was there, and it never went away.

Without me, there is no loss if the kill is not completed, but the character is uncomfortable.

What about the picture elements showing that a character has been killed?

Is there any essential difference between presenting a piece of?

Besides, I don't know if I can kill or not, and there is no cause and effect.

Even if it's a simple spatial movement, I can't say, "Because of my movement, I went from A to B", it's just a connection.

There is no evidence, just wishful thinking.

It doesn't matter what the character is, and the truth never stops, so what am I doing?

Nothing can stand in the way of truth, and nothing can hurt truth.

The so-called "I know" and "I feel" are just the presentation of the elements of the picture, and they are only the content that I realize at the moment.

In other words, after the killing is completed, there is actually no change.

Characters are still characters, and real is still real.

I don't need to go into this, it's just speculation, and when I'm done with the actual killing, I'll be able to answer these questions.

So, the key point is to complete the kill.

However, I don't know if I'll be able to finish it, so there's no key point to talk about.

What is the key?

Nothing about the character is the key, and the real seems to be the key, but the real doesn't appear in this false world.

Is Falsehood the Key?

The whole world is fake, and the characters' words and deeds are also false, all of them are false, and they are all false.

There is no key point, because the slash still revolves around the character.

And no matter how you change the role, it's just a visual element that you perceive at the moment.

In other words, slashing is not me using a knife to cut the distortion in my brain, to organize the characters or something.

The words "presentation of picture elements" are in themselves a slash, directly throwing away the entire picture.

I don't care what the distortion in my head is, and I don't care if the character is a good guy or a bad guy, throw it all away.

The reason why I'm uncomfortable is because I'm just fake, I'm just thinking about it, what is real.

There is no me, only this thinking.

This thinking pretends to be me, pretends to be the soul of the character, and pretends that it is important to pretend to be yourself.

Come on, just devour me, there's nothing to hesitate about.

I've opened my chest, please let the blade pierce through, there's nothing to stand in the way.

The anchor has to be cut off, the character has to die, it's all unreal, and it's still holding on.

And the presentation of the picture elements makes me powerless about it, so can I directly present my madness?

The black reality, the completely unimaginable thing, just like that.

Who wants to see me go crazy?

It's better that there are no people, tourists can't understand what I'm doing, and people who really need to be killed don't have time to look at it.

How do I know that the descriptions in ancient books are true?

The shattering continued, and I could hear the clattering of the shattering, slow but sure.