Why can't it be suffering, why can't it be suffering?

Life is entertainment, but there is no reason to say that it must be happy entertainment. Pain and suffering, these are also entertainment, and they are also things worth tasting.

Every pain is different, and every time you miss an ordeal, you can't enjoy the same torment again. I know it's a weird feeling, but it's like sometimes a long runner will try to sweat profusely.

What can't happen to that awareness, and what can go beyond that awareness?

I always think that I am just the character of Yuan Changwen, just a small individual. Those emotions are like something external, controlling themselves and controlling life. It seems that negative emotions are something that must be driven away as much as possible, and there is a person named Yuan Changwen, and there is such an emotion as uncomfortable suffering.

The world of duality is just false.

These things are just perceptual visual elements, all of which are of the same level and equally unreal.

Everything is the most perfect arrangement, in other words, everything is the worst arrangement. The description itself is somewhat misleading, as if to force the belief in something. Obviously, I hate something very much, but because "everything is the most perfect arrangement", I try to suppress that hate.

Put the cart before the horse.

There is no need to believe in "everything is the most perfect arrangement", just to see the distortion in your own mind, and you will hate the distortion in your mind. Then, when you don't believe in the distortion in your head, you change.

Slowly, you will let go of the rejection of the negative, and those sufferings are not a bad thing. Because there is no such thing as a bad thing or a good thing, those rejections are just a trick of the characters.

At such times, it is natural to think that everything is the most perfect arrangement. That's the whole process, and it's the process of growth. Instead of believing in what chicken soup and believing in what truth. The truth in his mind has not been cleared, and some conflicting truths have been added, how can he live well?

All the truth doesn't make sense, or rather, all the truth makes sense. Since all the truth is reasonable, there is no such thing as "no reason". Well, all the truth is unreasonable.

There is no such thing as "no reason", there is no opposition, then all the truth is no different from ordinary words. Any sentence becomes reasonable, any kind of opinion becomes reasonable, so does it make any difference which one to believe?

The truth itself has already evaporated.

It's a pity that I always believe in a certain truth, and I cling to some self-definition and don't let go. And, funnily enough, I don't know what I'm grabbing.

Perhaps, only when things are in conflict, will you find out what you have caught.

However, thinking about these picture elements that are nothing more than awareness is something that doesn't matter at all. It doesn't matter at all what the character catches and what the character doesn't catch. Because of the unreality, I didn't have to ask the character to do anything.

No matter what the character does, it's all fake. And the false can't touch the truth, and it doesn't matter at all whether the character is a good person or what kind of exercise, or what kind of weekly whipping of himself, or what kind of meditation he meditates on.

On the contrary, to be able to make it clear that these are all false, and not to care about one's own actions, is in itself a killing.

Those truths, those so-called knowledge, make people feel very uncomfortable to hear.

Yuan Changwen didn't know what was going on with him, he had always admired knowledge, and he had always been proud of learning more knowledge, why did he start to hate that knowledge at this moment. Especially when you hear someone else talk about it, it seems that you become very anxious and uncomfortable, like a fly flying in your ears.

Is it because I can't show off? Is it because I can't tolerate others showing off?

On the other hand, I always fantasize about my own explanations in my head. Explain to others what is true, let other people's values collapse, fantasize about talking to others, and finally convince everyone.

Isn't that?

I'm still taking others as real, and I'm clinging to falsehood when that awareness is everything. I believe that there is a character of Yuan Changwen who walks in this world. If others are real, so are naturally themselves.

Why do I still believe in the reality of the world? Why is this solid worldview still there? Am I mentally retarded or an idiot, and I can't see my reasoning? What is it if I see it and don't believe it?

I know that these are perceived graphic elements, but I can't help but perceive that this character is too mentally retarded!

Be aware of this thinking, be aware of this reasoning, and then realize that the character is still the same as it was. Who's directing this? And who's writing the script?

And when I say these words, these become the visual elements that I am aware of at this moment. I'm always in the moment, aware of these visual elements.

How can there be so many truths? What health knowledge, what health principles, all are nonsense. Whatever the theory is, it's just speculation.

Go to bed early and wake up early to get good health? Skipping breakfast is easy to get gallstones? Fried food is junk food?

What's the logic of that? Why would anyone believe it? Doesn't the body itself know what it needs?

I don't know, these things are just perceived picture elements, what is the reason for that? It seems that even the perceived picture elements conform to a certain law or something.

But where does this conclusion come from? from another perceived element of the picture!

There is no regularity, there is no regularity at all. It just seems to be regular, but these patterns are just the elements of the picture that are perceived at the moment. Those memories, those knowledge, are all just pictorial elements that we perceive at this moment.

Why, then, can we claim that the laws displayed by these pictorial elements are true laws? All of them are pictorial elements that are perceived at the moment, and there is no way to prove the so-called development of things, nor to prove the linear passage of time.

And the discussions that are based on the perceived elements of the picture, those that summarize the rules, will now become nonsense.

There is no pattern, it is nothing more than memory.

Yuan Changwen frowned, it seemed that there was still something stuck there, just a little bit. However, this little bit has not been able to break through. It's true that there is no pattern, but it seems that something is missing, and there is no sense of transparency yet.

But what is it?

Yuan Changwen felt very uncomfortable, like was a little worse. I know I still have, but I can't pull it out, but I know I have to pull it out.

Hehe, this metaphor is really useful.