Friendship? What's that?

Friend? What's that?

Why should I trust someone and not trust someone else? This belief seems to come from the accumulation of time, contact and communication, gradually understand the other person, gradually understand the other person's life, and become friends.

The question is, how do I know that this friend in front of me is really the same person as the one I remember?

I remember that there was a person, and then a person who matched my memory appeared in front of me, and I declared that the person in front of me was the person in my memory, or could I claim that the person in my memory was real?

It's just wishful thinking, right, it's clear that it can't be proven at all. Because this is an inference based on time, it can be thrown away before it even starts.

So, is there a time when you don't want to help but you have to help because of the word "friend"? Or when a friend doesn't help you, is it not a friend in an instant?

Yuan Changwen felt the big monster in his body, and the pitch-black shadows even began to stain the air. The foul smell was as uncomfortable as a ruptured sewer.

Why do we have to have friends? Why do we have to have brothers to laugh together? Why do we have to go through the ups and downs together to cheer each other on?

The answer seems obvious, but Yuan Changwen just can't see the answer.

There seems to be an assumption in these questions that not having friends is a terrible thing. It's like parents always think that it's a bad thing for their children not to get married, because the first thing parents say is "why don't you get married yet", not "whether it's good to live alone, do you want to find a partner" and so on.

Unilateral thinking that loneliness is a bad thing, and if many people agree with it, you may be able to proudly claim that "this is how things are" or something.

Shit.

Yuan Changwen didn't know when it would be the end, and he didn't dare to imagine the day when he could go to the end. Is this just the beginning? Is this coming to an end? Is there ever an end to it?

The distortion in my head was still manipulating me, as if it was an incredible thing to think without my brain. But isn't it an even more terrifying thing to weigh in the twists of your head?

It's all based on assumptions, and I don't think there's anything wrong with that. My brain can't remember everything, but again, I don't think there's anything wrong with that.

If someone refutes me, then I try to get as far as possible into the other person's words, and then discard the other person's words, because what the other person says is wrong, untrustworthy, and full of assumptions. For example, the rules of survival when the earth explodes, and the breakthrough skills when you are besieged by zombies.

If something you use is damaged, it will be broken after all, even if it doesn't have much impact on your use. Well, I'll go for a new one, or I'm not going to make a fuss when something like this goes wrong.

For example, if a storage box is leaking, it's normal when I can't find something I put in a long time ago. For example, if there is a problem with a calculation tool, then I will not care if there is an error in the calculation result, and even why should I continue to use this broken calculation tool to continue the calculation?

The twist in my head is not credible, it's all a piece of shit. No matter how obvious it is, it's shit. Yes, nothing is right or wrong, and there is nothing that can't be so extreme.

The distortion in my head is shit, it's all shit!

Does a flame hurt someone? Really? How can you be sure that a flame hurts someone? Is it just that the visual element that I perceive at this moment shows that the flame burned the human body in the past? Or do I remember that I was hurt by the flame myself? So the next time the flame will definitely hurt me?

Will the apple land? Can you go from point A to point B in the square? Do you have to think about your parents? Be a person who is upright? Be responsible for your children? Create a good environment for your children?

It's really funny, how many great people were born in poor families? If they lived in a good environment, could a great man still become a great man? Or do parents not want their children to become great men at all, but only want their children to grow up with peace of mind, so they unilaterally think that a good environment is conducive to their children's growth?

Shit.

If causality is denied, then all causation should be denied. Rather than just denying my point of view, but acknowledging the stupid cause and effect of "a good environment is conducive to children's development".

Once you remove time, you realize how ridiculous it is to think through the twists in your head. This is wishful thinking, which is as absurd as acting according to the laws of heaven and living according to the way Amitabha Buddha leads.

What else can I believe? Or why do I continue to believe in the distortion in my head?

The crux of the matter is that it's not "black and white". I don't believe that a good environment is good for a child's development, but I also don't believe that a bad environment is good for a child's growth.

I don't know, that's the answer. Because there is no definitive answer at all, the assumption that time passes linearly, omniscient or not, is enough to destroy the so-called statistics.

Is there a future? All these are just pictorial elements that are perceived at the moment, and there is no time at all, so the so-called historical development is also nonsense. The only thing that is certain is that these so-called historical developments are only the pictorial elements that are perceived at the moment.

Will the future develop according to the existing laws? Will the laws I know really be laws? Will the laws of the world that I know really be the laws of the world?

How do I know for sure that there is such a thing as a future? It seems that looking back at my childhood can prove that I grew up, that the future is real. But what does everything about childhood prove that it is only a visual element that is perceived at the moment?

That awareness is everything, and everything that is present, including time, space, scenes, bodies, minds, objects, and so on, is all the result of that awareness. It's just a whole mess, there's no distinction, it's just that there's a distinction.

Nothing is the character of Yuan Changwen, because including the character of Yuan Changwen is only an illusion. But on the other hand, what is not mine? Everything that is conjured up has only one purpose, which is to make me enjoy this carefully planned dream.

Other people's words, all kinds of objects, many and complex ideas, so that they will appear real and full. There are some things that can't be owned, and that's how they are, so who would be mad at not being able to enter a house in the game?

Everything exists because of me, and it transforms because of me. That awareness is everything, and the various picture elements that are perceived at the moment are conjured up because they can only be transformed in this way.

And I, right in the middle of the picture elements.