All the cool fantasies are just to show the character attributes.

Maybe it's calm, maybe it's kindness, maybe it's being able to speak, maybe it's some kind of character.

Anyway, it's different from others, or it's a character attribute that makes you feel comfortable.

Over and over again, over and over again, and over and over again.

I don't know if the character is weakened or fleshed out in the process, sinking headlong into nothingness.

I know that the characters are unreal, I know that the world is unreal, I know that I am going around in circles, I know that those character attributes want to bloom at any time, and I know that the pull of emotions makes the whole thing quite unreasonable.

However, I still didn't finish it.

To move on, it's useless to just know.

Right, I know a lot of things, but only that's it.

What would I do without fear?

So, why not?

No one knows what this kind of life will be, and no matter how it is analyzed, it is just a distortion in the mind.

To analyze and weigh in humble cognition is nonsense in itself.

No one knows what will happen after what they wantonly do, because I am not omniscient, so all speculation is just prejudice.

It's not worth believing at all.

And fear, so easily tugging at me, so that I can't see such a simple thing, just holding on to fear, just swaying in the wind and waves twisted and directed in my mind.

It's not enough, it's just to make life easier and more natural, to be free from the twists in your head, to make yourself less afraid.

But that's not enough, we need to move on.

It has nothing to do with the character, the truth has nothing to do with the character, there is a non-existent obstacle there.

I can't get through that obstacle, because it's the division between infinity and limitation, and I can't keep that limitation into infinity.

Keep coming back and slashing the characters, the real has always been there, not increasing, not subtracting, not extinguishing, nothing can hurt the real and nothing can help the real.

There is only reality, nothing else exists, and no character can stand in front of reality.

Whether I can kill it or not, the truth will not change anything.

The only thing that has changed is the role of Yuan Changwen.

The funny thing is that the character of Yuan Changwen has nothing to do with me, it's just a picture element.

The picture elements that are presented at will, the picture elements that can be repeated over and over again, just show that the character of Yuan Changwen is different from other characters, what is the big deal?

It's all fake, and there's not much difference.

It's all quiet, including slashing, including the so-called touch of the real.

There is no emotional pull, no hope or fear, just walking with the dead.

No cerebral flow?

Don't think with your brain, don't trust your brain, live by feeling.

I suddenly remembered a theory to apply a realistic metaphor, "Every man has a motorcycle dream in his heart", if I don't have this motorcycle dream, am I not a man?

Scientific theories are such nonsense, and I just wonder why I used to believe in scientific theories so much, and swagger around with things that were supposed to be speculation.

What happens in life is completely beyond imagination, and the so-called brain hole, the so-called imagination, will seem humble in the face of simple life.

It's not the same level at all, and the imagination that can be exuded by the distortion of the mind is like the difference between a grain of sand and the whole planet compared to life.

Obviously, there are so many things that are unexpected, right, this seems to be the source of my fears, and this is also the source of my desire to upgrade my cognition and control more.

Wanting to control more means that you have too little control and too little control, and this urge will become a fear.

Haven't these realities been proving that believing that the distortion in the mind is just looking for death?

It's time to think about throwing away your brains.

It's just fear that keeps me clinging to the twist in my head, and it's all in vain.

The futile control, the futile life, the futile fear make the whole person like a madman, and it is also called positive and enterprising.

Life kept showing me its wildness, but I was only curled up in fear, curled up in the walls of twisted and forged in my mind.

I don't understand, does it take a lot of effort to understand something as simple as that?

If you can't control your life, the distortions in your mind are all prejudices, so just throw them away.

Like a broken tool, I still hold on to it and use it again and again.

Then hit the wall, then continue to use the brain, hit the wall, continue to use this broken tool, hit the wall again.

I've got something wrong with my brain, right?

It is only under the pull of fear that all this will happen, and it will happen so unreasonably.

I'm not saying that you can succeed by discarding your brains, that you can stand at the top of your life by discarding your brains, and that you can earn more money by discarding your brains.

It's just a personal preference, just a way of life that I feel comfortable with.

It's not a big deal, it's not a human necessity, it's not a real way of life.

For me, it's great to discard my brain, but it's still not real.

It is nonsense to think of this relaxed and natural state as the so-called true human potential, or as some real way of life.

It is tantamount to worshipping bitter gourd as the truth that it is delicious, and no one is allowed to say that bitter gourd is not delicious.

Once someone refutes it, then I will list all sorts of things to defend my point.

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However, if you don't throw away the distortion in your mind, just think that "don't believe my thinking, I'll live better if I don't think about it", and then still be in fear, maybe you will regret it.

Who doesn't know that he's not omniscient?

Who doesn't know that they have no control over their lives?

However, fear does not make me easily discard the distortion in my mind, the feeling of letting go and going with the flow, just thinking about it makes me feel terrifying.

Of course, the horror still comes from the distortion in the mind.

Behind those so-called inspirational things is a deep fear.

Behind those advocating sense of responsibility, those passionate words of hard work, and those impulses to climb to the pinnacle of life, there is fear standing behind them.

The existence of an empire is a collection of fears.

Civilization does not seem to be able to fight barbarism, and fear always makes empires stronger, makes individuals work harder and becomes stronger in sweat.

But it's still just fear.

There is nothing wrong with having a distortion in your head that determines that it is good to be stronger, and that it is good to be at the top of your life.

It's just that I don't like the twist in my head, I just want to keep slashing.

Nothing in this world is real, including myself, it is just a presentation of the elements of the picture.

That awareness is where I should stand.

Keep going, keep slashing, keep going to death. (https:)

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