Without family, without companionship, it seems to be a very sad thing to be alone in the depths of this lake.

But the strange thing is that Yuan Changwen wanted to cry, but the part that wanted to cry seemed to have been killed.

It's not that there is no desire to cry, nor is it that the sadness is extremely dull, it's just that the part that wants to cry has been killed.

There are no surprises, no fluctuations, it seems that the world has taken a back seat.

This state is a bit weird, obviously I want to cry, and I obviously feel that I have ruined my happy life with my own hands. However, he couldn't cry. It's like wanting to turn on a faucet, only to find that there is no one.

It doesn't matter if I've changed, or if I haven't changed.

My enemy is not at all afraid of the bewitching woman, but false. Strictly speaking, it's the power that makes me think falsehood is true.

It doesn't matter if the character is afraid or not. Even if a character is born without fear, doesn't know what fear is, and is not attached to something, it doesn't mean that person has touched the truth.

Just like a person who is born with hiccups all the time, no one will think that they are in a state of fullness. Although a full stomach can also cause hiccups, the reverse doesn't mean much.

I should have known about it a long time ago, but I didn't expect it to be delayed for so long.

It's not about touching the real by imitation, and I understood this idea many chapters ago. However, I just didn't see that my opponent was not fear at all.

To do this, I look for ways to keep myself from being afraid. Or, let fear in and see what you're fearing exactly. In this way, it is clear that fear is simply absurd.

It's the other way, and the slashing fear itself is fear. The kind of mentality that doesn't want to kill fear, and doesn't even strive to achieve "fearlessness", will achieve "fearlessness".

It sounds poetic and philosophical. Unfortunately, what is being discussed here is true. Fear or something, you can't play at all. The enemy is false, the power that is too strong to be true.

From the basic linear passage of time, to the movement of space, to cause and effect, it seems that everything is so logical, everything is so natural. I would only suspect something very superficial, like what exactly is influencing the market economy.

The underlying assumptions are completely ignored.

Even when I saw this, the powerful force was still manipulating me. It seems that if you don't pay attention, you will fall back into those falsehoods, and you will not find out at all.

It is often after the rhetoric, and it is often after a period of time that it dawns on me, as if I have once again fallen into infinite assumptions. And, I seem to like these assumptions just as much, and then express my opinion based on them.

This is much more powerful than destroying the universe, at least when the universe is destroyed, I know that the universe is being destroyed. And that power, to describe it as powerful, may be a kind of debasement.

If someone else really exists, then this force plays with almost everyone. The best part is that when I talk to people about it, no one pays attention to me or even thinks about these assumptions. It's as if everyone has something to do, and it's much more important than figuring out shit questions like "who am I".

It's like everybody is sleepwalking, and then you tell someone he's sleepwalking, and the feedback is that you turn a blind eye.

Yuan Changwen suddenly found that it seemed that this was not ridiculous. Or rather, the part that thinks these things are incredible, is gone. I seem to have really become stupid, and the logical state that I used to be easy to understand can easily see those so-called brain-burning movies, and I can easily understand those so-called esoteric scientific theories.

But now, I'm really like I'm mentally retarded. There often seems to be a slight feeling in my heart, as if I can still hear the subtext of those words, but it is a little distant. It's as if you have to think hard to understand the meaning.

In other words, that understanding has always been there, but you have to work hard to see the understanding in your head. More often than not, it's subconsciously incomprehensible.

The lake is fluctuating, and I don't know if this is the original fluctuation, or because of the intrusion of Yuan Changwen, an uninvited guest. It seems that in the depths of the lake, the wind can be heard. Not just the sound of the wind, but also the sound of the wind blowing into the inside of the droplets.

Pitch black and barren, this is just Yuan Changwen's feeling of the outside world. I don't know if there will be a day when this feeling will burst out of the body. Even if the sun was shining outside and the crowd was crowded, I could only feel a burst of desolation.

It's not that no one talks to you, it's that there's no world at all, no one else at all, no me at all.

Yuan Changwen is very grateful for that inexplicable power, at least he can have hands, at least he can be aware of this thinking. Although it is not real, as long as you don't think about it and don't dig deeper, it looks very real.

Who would doubt that their hands are false? You see, it will move as I want it to move, and what better proof of this?

And the bastard voice in Yuan Changwen's heart said softly, "These are just the picture elements that I perceive at this moment." ”

Yes, that awareness is everything, consciousness is everything. The unreal does not exist, and the real never ceases to exist.

Let me die.

Yuan Changwen said to himself, calmly to himself. No despair, no anger, no gnashing of teeth, just let me die. I wasn't supposed to exist in the first place, that inexplicable force gave all this, but it wasn't real after all.

He killed his family, his children, and his positive self. In the end, nothing good was gained. Or rather, there is no real benefit.

No wonder some people ask, "What's the point?"

Yes, the key to dreaming is to dream well, and then wake up to reminisce. I'm so thin and ruining all the meaning doesn't make my life wonderful.

Does this dream need a waking person?

I don't know because I haven't woken up yet. However, I don't want to continue to sleep. Strictly speaking, I'm still asleep at the moment, and I'll always be asleep. No one can wake up, because "people" themselves are characters, and the existence of characters must be false.

So, who woke up in the end?

The waking thing itself is awake, and these are just the visual elements that are perceived at the moment. The real is just that it doesn't seem to exist in this false world.

But who can escape the phrase "I am aware"?

Yuan Changwen gently squeezed the lake water around him, in fact, the lake water has always been by Yuan Changwen's side, very close. It is not so much that Yuan Changwen is touching, but that the lake is touching Yuan Changwen.

And the same is true of reality, it's not that the character catches the truth, on the contrary, it's the truth that comes.

Maybe, I don't know anything. ()

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