I don't understand why all this is still deadlocked.

Am I too weak to let go?

Or is that how the elements of the picture are presented?

There are too many things that can't be figured out, and trying to figure it out is just a bloody cover-up.

Deep down I knew so well that I couldn't figure it out at all.

Because there is no reason in itself, if you want to figure out or control something, the premise is to prove the existence of time.

Is it the spirit of science to inquire and argue about hypotheses while ignoring them?

It's like assuming the end of the world is coming, and then starting to argue non-stop about how to survive in this apocalyptic world.

Even, arguing about where to find water in the apocalyptic world.

Isn't that?

The devouring sensation is still there, but it's not too obvious.

In fact, I don't need to care about the status of the characters at all, because they don't represent anything at all.

It's so dark and real, and the thought of jumping into it makes me panic.

Truth will end everything, and everything I have is false and will be ended.

This thinking will completely dissipate, and I will no longer be me.

Characters will eventually die, this is a fundamental inevitability.

What am I still clinging to?

The feeling of devouring was right in front of me, and it seemed like I was going to be devoured soon, but it was almost there.

It's as if I just don't dare to jump, as if I just don't dare to let go.

Once you let go, it's all over.

However, it was not long.

I would have jumped because falsehood could no longer hold me, and fear could not continue to pull me.

Follow the feeling of devouring and enter the dark reality.

I know it's all going to happen.

As for the time, there is no need to care.

The character knows the truth, which is only one of many character states, and it is not a big deal.

The Buddha is in front of me, and he is on the same level as me, and all the characters are false.

As for the back, everyone wants to be the same.

It doesn't matter how the character is doing.

The pursuit of lightness and nature, the pursuit of kindness, the pursuit of compassion, and the pursuit of spirituality are all just personal preferences.

What is the difference between forcibly elevating personal preferences to the real level and those "life musts"?

There's no reason to go back to what it used to be, and I can't find a reason to do so.

In the face of reality, maybe everyone is panicking.

The devouring sensation is still there, and it seems to be a constant reminder to me of the falsehood of all this.

I don't know if anyone will be like me, but I'm sure no parent wants to see their child look like this.

If there were really people around, maybe everyone would discourage them.

There are many reasons, but the reason for dissuasion is itself a distortion.

If someone had dissuaded me from killing, I might not have paid attention to it at all.

Before, I might have argued, but now I don't even have the strength to argue.

It's just an NPC in front of me, speaking his lines, showing his character attributes, and wrapping me with strong emotions.

It's just a scene in a dream, and it makes sense.

The truth is there, it's always been there, what else is there to say.

The world is not real, the characters are not real, there is not a single me.

Is it hard to understand?

Nothing is taken for granted, and nothing is not taken for granted.

I don't know about the causal relationships at all, and I don't know the so-called laws of summarization.

What seems to be easy to understand is just wishful thinking.

Plus, there are so many people who believe that I don't even take it for granted.

On the other hand, these are the presentation of picture elements, no matter how unbelievable they are.

The root cause of the unexpected lies in the distortions in the mind, without which nothing would have been surprising.

I don't evaluate or judge what is related, I just look at the presentation of the picture elements and know that these are just picture elements.

What can't happen?

No matter how frightened or worried the character is, this emotion itself is just a picture element, so what's not to do.

In the end, none of the characters hurt the truth.

Things can only happen this way, because what has already happened has been presented, and there is no cause and effect.

On the contrary, the so-called causal relationship is just the presentation of the elements of the picture.

In other words, it presents my summary of the elements of the picture, presents what I think is a causal relationship between things.

The shattering of the character is unstoppable, and all this is irreversible.

Maybe, it's just that I don't want to go back to what it used to be.

Too many people, too many things, too many distortions.

I don't know what the future holds, but I'm not worried, it's just a role.

There are no characters in reality, so are these limitations just for the sake of experiencing the characters?

I'm not done yet, and I'm going to keep going.

No matter how slow it is, it's no excuse to stop.

I know it's stupid to slash, and even, I can feel it now, it's a very bad deal.

But I still have to continue, even if I regret it a little now, but it's just a momentary emotion.

Blast it, smash the entire character to pieces, and fall into the endless abyss.

You can't make up a character anymore, you can't pretend to be real anymore.

Emotions can't pull me, whether it's fear or worry, or happiness and sweetness, it will become weak.

Those who are important will become strangers, because the part that judges them to be important people is dead.

I don't see the so-called important things, and my behavior will become weird and stubborn.

I don't know what to do, maybe it's just me.

Perhaps, after the killing, he will avoid most of them.

Just like now, a person lives on a certain planet.

Those so-called character-specific attributes can't continue to control me.

For example, what you should be as a husband and what you must be as a man are not as interesting as a piece of shit.

Not only these distortions, but even the most basic filial piety and politeness will dissipate into the abyss.

There is nothing sacrosanct, my mother is not qualified in my head, and neither is my wife and children.

Mom is dispensable, I'm not interested in "how to treat Mom", everything is just a stream.

Even if it's a simple matter of going home and looking at it often, I don't need to hold on to it.

It seems that this is a compromise, which does not make me how to be filial to my mother, but I just go back and see, and there is nothing to lose.

Unreal is unreal, and no amount of talk is useless.

Arguing over distorted content is in itself an emotional tug, a desire to compromise.

I'm not interested in the performance of my wife and children, who are also dispensable.

I have no expectations for my wife and children, and I don't say what you must do as a wife and children.

It all dissipates and as a husband, I have no interest in the role of husband.

Die, let the character shatter, jump into the abyss, there will be no harm.

The unreal does not exist, and the real never ceases to exist. (https:)

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