The distortion in the mind will always stand in the position of "truth" and point fingers there.

I've always known that distortions in my head are not truth, and from birth to now, whenever someone explicitly asks this question, I will answer that the knowledge in my head is not the truth.

But I've never taken it that seriously.

Look at my words and deeds, which one does not directly put the distortion in my mind in the position of "truth", and then judge all of them by this standard.

Like, as long as it doesn't conform to the distortion in the mind, then it's and unreasonable.

Sometimes, when the opponent is too strong and not an ordinary person or a colleague or friend, I will simply admit defeat and call it a cognitive upgrade.

Right, looking at those so-called scientific magazines, looking at the rhetoric of those authoritative figures, looking at those so-called knowledge, I have always directly conceded defeat.

If someone tells me that the apples in an apple orchard are ripe and don't fall, they hang in the air.

Would I believe it?

Absolutely scoff, using theories such as gravitational attraction or what mass causes space-time to subside, to refute it.

I never thought that the distortion in my head was a distortion.

And the strange thing is that if this phenomenon of apple levitation had been happening or had been proven, I wouldn't have felt any worldview collapse at all.

In the same way that some scientific discoveries are now sufficient to modify textbooks, I am simply "oh".

However, if the suspension of Apple only happens once, then what else is there to say, a scam or a marketing ploy.

It's funny for my wit, as if the twist in my head is always right.

It's smart and fascinating, and I've always been proud of my knowledge.

They will also worship characters who are more knowledgeable.

Scientific theories are just speculations, and that knowledge is simply wishful thinking, artificially distorted to make it easier for oneself to understand the world, all to suppress the panic of "I don't know".

Luckily, "I don't know" leads to bathing in divine grace, the feeling of discarding the distortion in your mind and giving up the fight altogether, which is very comfortable.

Of course, this causal relationship is only the interpretation of the picture elements, and I don't know if others can do the same.

But that's what I'm like, what else is there to argue about the presentation of the elements of the picture?

The distortion in my mind is always dismissive of vampires, or supernatural events, or things that go against science, and always shouts "prove it to me".

How, then, can the existence of objective things be proved, and how can the linear passage of time be proved?

The spirit of science and scientific theories are two different things, and in my opinion, only the spirit of science can be called science, while scientific theories are pseudoscience.

What is the difference between those theories and the various myths and stories of the sect?

It's just speculation trying to explain the world, but never thinking about whether the world really exists.

Descartes thought about it...... Maybe, I don't know if there's such a character.

Other people's rhetoric is just a reminder of how the twists in my head take control of the characters.

And when I need to criticize others, I am already stuck in the role and put the distortion in my head in the position of "truth".

Using theory to regulate phenomena, I am doing such a ridiculous thing.

The absurdity of others is just to make me see my own absurdity.

On the other hand, no matter how ridiculous it is, it is not ridiculous, and the presentation of the elements of the picture is just what's the problem?

The absurdity of this assessment itself is a distortion from the mind, so it comes back to "I don't know".

No matter what other people say, deed, and think, it is reasonable, and there is no need for me to resist.

Scold me or hit me, these are all picture elements.

Of course, my countermeasure is also the presentation of the elements of the picture, and the key point is not at all how I should deal with it, but whether I go with the flow.

If you want to go with the flow but can't go with the flow, you can only go with the flow if you give up the flow.

Bathing in the divine grace is really a very comfortable feeling, just like a hot bath or hot spring, no wonder the word bath is used.

It's hard not to be thankful for the ease with which any picture element can be presented, and it's really lucky that you're in a state at the moment.

The character of Yuan Changwen can completely stay in the empire and stay in the family, or he can die tragically on an alien planet, or he can't enter the state of easy nature at all.

These are all graphic elements that can be easily presented, and I feel very lucky at the moment.

And moving forward, now is not the time to sit back and enjoy.

There is no contradiction in slashing with the gift.

In other words, being able to feel the gift itself is because the distortion in the mind disappears.

After all, it is still going to die, and the character is not qualified to exist.

I wait for death, I look forward to death, and that panic that drifts away with the wind is gradually waning.

The panic itself was unreal, as if it was the last line of defense, fearing that I would ruin the whole dream.

To cross that chasm, even if I die, even if I have to disappear to cross it, then let it all happen.

The death of the character doesn't matter at all, and neither does the whole picture element.

There is no time, no evolution, and there is no problem with whatever the elements of the picture want to present.

And firmly grasping the role of Yuan Changwen is just emotional.

The shatter was spreading, my decay was deepening, and the whole world seemed to be in the background, far away from me.

Many times, I thought that I was about to finish the kill, and then I would have a new understanding, and then I felt funny about my previous self.

Destroy it, I will not resist, and let myself be killed.

The universe has nothing to do with me, life, beauty, life, etc., will go away with the elements of the picture.

This kind of lowness is like a heavy mountain, pressing on my heart, and it wants to crush the whole character.

I would move forward with the devouring sensation and help devour the whole self, which is the case with suicidal behavior.

Anything that defines me, slash and dissipate.

It is bound to dissipate.

You don't need any security, you don't need to plan anything, you just wait for death.

It never occurred to me that waiting for death was also a great thing.

I'm going to kill the characters and smash them to pieces.

Whatever stands in my way, I will be killed.

And the point is, there is no obstacle at all.

The character is not me, the character is not real, and no one can stand in the way of reality.

How to get over that non-existent obstacle, I don't know.

The truth has always been there, and maybe, when the distortion in the mind disappears, the truth will come in.

Perhaps, this life is just in this state of devouring.

Or, the truth doesn't happen at all, and the teacher deceived me.

It's going to become something that doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

None of this has anything to do with the characters, and it seems that there is no interest in anything but death, and even if it is real, it cannot be an obstacle for me. (https:)

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