No one knows what's going to happen, even the most scientific things are exceptional.

Using the twist in your mind to control it is completely nothing to do, and it is a complete crazy act.

I've been playing this crazy game for a long, long time, and it's time to come down. The distortion in my head didn't touch me at all, except for disgust and disgust. Even if it seems to be a very reasonable word, it is still just an artificial distortion, still just a prejudice and one-sidedness.

The content of fear is changing, the content of the cool point is also changing, and I am in a state of falsehood all the time. In this unreal world, there is no need to judge anything.

No matter how high-class, no matter how useful, no matter how powerful, no matter what kind of luxury, no matter what grassroots culture, no matter how kind and benevolent, or evil and irritable, it will not affect me in any way.

Because it's not true.

Maybe I'm cut and I'm in unbearable pain or even crying, but that's still just a picture element. The characters are all fake, and they have nothing to do with me.

Those who are in my head, you are just fragments, just things that I hold onto. As long as I let go, you will naturally dissipate.

I don't matter at all, anything about the role of Yuan Changwen can be described as nonsense. My life, my life, my so-called life events, none of them are more important than a piece of shit.

It's my emotions that make me think it's important, it's those fears that keep me holding on to something. Of course, this also makes sense, after all, what the elements of the picture present are what they are, and they can only present what they are.

As for what is not presented, what is it?

What will be said will be presented, this is still just speculation. That's my unilateral belief, believing in yesterday and believing in tomorrow, but never standing "at this moment" to say anything.

The eternal moment, the moment that can only be proven, is so forgetful. But, whether I forget it or not, whether I admit it or not, I am always in this moment.

Magical pictorial elements that show the linear passage of time. Things that don't exist seem to be eternal truths. Even the mentally ill will recognize the existence of time and concoct a worldview that belongs to the mentally ill on top of it.

It makes sense, it all makes sense. But it's still just false, there's nothing to argue about. No amount of discussion is nothing more than an attempt to recognize this false world.

An honest child, but his life was shattered. If I live, who dares to say anything honest, will definitely be bombarded by me. Well, actually, I'm not sure that even if the kill is done, I'll pretend it's not done.

There are definitely not only two people who have woken up in this world, but only they have stood up. Why stand up? Why preach something in this false world?

The feeling of the Buddha and Jesus must be very strange, knowing that the changes of these people have nothing to do with them, but they are going to do things that seem very important. It should be a very strange feeling to pretend that the other person is a real person when you can't be sure that the other person is a real person.

It's like talking to someone on TV, even though it looks like the person on TV can communicate with you, even though it looks like the person on TV will be influenced by you, but it's all false.

It's just the presentation of the picture elements, and I'm just a false existence.

Isn't it for a character to treat his cancer as real and call for help?

Without a character, the character won't believe this, how can there be no self?, right, my hands and my feet, my thinking, my words and deeds, all seem so real.

That's right, thinking of yourself as real is the root of dreams, and that's what it means to be carefully planned. Killing is, and it's a meaningless act that ruins it all.

Family is like NPCs, set to be like to me. But that doesn't mean I have to reciprocate or be filial or something. If I want to get more out of this, such as affection, love, warmth, etc., then I can do something flattering.

Of course, this is just "I think" to curry favor.

However, all this is not necessary and not true.

Everyone is an NPC to me. Who's going to thank the NPC for always giving them experience points? Maybe I won't even remember its name.

Enjoy it all with peace of mind, because I deserve it. In the same way, those calamities, those pains, that is. Since they are not real, since they are all presented with picture elements, then enjoy it with peace of mind.

Or, it's not bad to just accept these.

Can I really be happy? It seems that I haven't enjoyed happiness, and every time I am happy, it will pass by in a flash, and even if it lasts all day, I will only remember that I was happy before when I am unhappy.

Is it raining?

Yuan Changwen was in the depths of the lake, and he couldn't sense whether it was raining outside, but his inexplicable mind suddenly jumped out and said, "It's raining outside." ”

I don't know, it doesn't matter, it's raining or something, it's just the excitement of the picture elements. I can't seem to escape from this false world.

However, the key point is that this character is not me at all. Constantly trying to deceive me, constantly trying to make it all seem very reasonable.

How long can you deceive me?

The world is not real, and neither am I myself. Even though I don't know why the graphics elements show me slashing, that's how it all goes.

I don't know if I'll be able to do it, and I don't know what will happen, but that's all there is to it. It's not about what to choose for the future, it's about what to choose for the moment. Even, there is no such thing as choosing at the moment, all is just the presentation of the elements of the picture.

At this moment, it presents "I am asking myself how to choose", "what is the best choice", and so on. It's not that I chose it, and then the picture elements are presented. Rather, the elements of the picture directly present the choice, and I am just aware of it.

The fluidity seemed to make me never doubt that. That moment, that moment of stillness, I never cared.

Every time I perceive it, it's just a string of characters gliding by, like a rushing river.

I always think that I am making the choice, but in fact, it is just the elements of the picture that show the choice, showing what the character has chosen. And that coherence, as if to claim that I made the choices through my thoughts, rather than directly present those thoughts.

At all times, no matter what you perceive, it is the content that has been presented by the elements of the picture. I'll never be able to stand in this moment, or think about anything or anything like that.

The elements of the picture have been presented, even if they are so-called thinking, they are also the content of the presentation.

Not a single me.