Die, destroy, what are you waiting for?

Why do you want to hinder the inner explosion? Why do you always give up on the role?

I'm still holding on to the character, and it's getting more and more apparent, as if it's rare for me to feel so clearly that I'm grasping the act.

Whatever I clap is. What you realize doesn't matter at all, and what you present in the picture elements is just as.

There is no causal relationship, it is just a direct representation of the elements of the picture. To think that these pictorial elements themselves have a causal relationship is just the product of emotion, just wishful thinking.

The paradox of time travel? What is the paradox without causality?

What about killing my grandmother? This is just a direct presentation of the elements of the picture, showing my so-called past era, showing myself killing my grandmother when I was young, presenting the so-called modern, presenting myself, what's not to do?

Discussions on content are all nonsense, and of course, I can only discuss at the content level. Because I am false, I can only be false.

Is there a causal relationship between the elements of the picture, can it be discussed, and does time pass linearly?

This moment presents myself in the desert, and presents "I remember the last moment I was in the ocean, the last moment I was in space" and so on, is there anything wrong with it?

And the metaphor of Mario in the previous chapter is still subtly misleading. Mario is moving forward, where is the off-screen turtle? The metaphor is misleading in that time is outside the elements of the picture, not within.

I can't imagine a reality that doesn't exist in time, and it's hard to imagine what it would be like to exist without characters. Luckily, I don't need to imagine it at all, just become real.

But all this has nothing to do with the role of Yuan Changwen, it is not me who cultivates to the truth, and it is not me who touches the truth.

Let me die, and destroy the whole world and all my life. Maybe I'll cry, but I'll not hinder me and cry happily. Nothing can hinder me, I won't go back in time, and even if the elements of the picture are presented directly, I will find it ridiculous.

Of course, the elements of the picture can directly present the belief and the dissipation of this slash. What's not to do? All my actions are representations of picture elements, and there is no me at all.

It's not that I'm slashing, it's that the picture elements directly present "I'm slashing".

No matter what elements of the picture are presented, it will not affect the reality. All this is just a presentation of the elements of the picture, there is no authenticity at all, and there is no need to grasp it.

Think about it, grasping this act itself is a product of emotion, and it is precisely because it cannot be allowed to live naturally forever that something needs to be grasped. The attributes of the character, the self-definition, the distortions in the mind, are not there in themselves, and it is the emotions that forcibly grasp them and keep them.

Let me die, the character's behavior of wanting to plump himself is like a set automatic program, and it can't be stopped. And, as if he knew that he was going to die, the kind of fullness that was inserted into the stitches was even more overwhelming.

There is nothing worth grabbing, and even more so, all this simply cannot be caught.

Anything that makes sense, and what doesn't make sense thinks there is a contradiction is rooted in the distortion in my mind. Just like the so-called time travel paradox, there is no causal relationship, there is no linear passage of time for granted, and this contradiction naturally does not exist.

The heart is collapsing, so let this collapse come more violently. I'm not going to stop, I'm not going to hinder, instead, I'm leading the killing in like a traitor.

The world is not the world, others are not others, and there is no truth in all of this.

The fears and worries, the plans and the plans, are just distortions in the mind. Disgusting than dog shit on the ground, stinking worse than the silt in the sewers.

I don't know if I'm crazy or not, but I'm glad I do it.

Madness is like a raging wind, blowing the flames of anger throughout the body. Burn yourself, burn your life, burn the distortion in your mind. What seems to be a stable building will inevitably collapse.

Because it's just the product of emotional pulling, it's just forcibly twisted things. As soon as you let go, it will all be restored, like a twisted rubber band. Energy must be injected at all times to maintain this distortion.

Of course, it's not that I'm injecting energy, it's all about the presentation of the elements of the picture. Or rather, it's the elements of the picture that show the distortion that I am injecting energy into and grasping in my mind.

I was full of twists, things that I should be proud of, but now I hated.

If I go back to the empire and continue to teach the disciples, maybe the first thing I will do is to ask everyone not to ask questions, and then come back ten years later to discuss what is true.

The distortion of the mind is something to be proud of in society. Maybe some of them are wrong, but this act of increasing fullness and distortion is called learning. And learning, it's always a good thing.

Why do I believe these judgments?

Doesn't this show that it is impossible to control life through learning? Because when you are old, you can learn new things, and you can never finish learning, how can you control your life through the distortion of your mind?

Is there any truth that needs to be discussed? The distortion in my head is, it's either omniscient or biased, and I don't understand why I'm holding on to the character.

Of course, there is no need to understand, because there is no reason at all. The picture elements present the reason, but that's just the picture elements explaining the picture elements, and there's nothing to believe.

Even, "learning is a thing to be proud of in society", which in itself is only a presentation of picture elements. Like, "There's a table here", that's just a description of the elements of the picture, but is there really a table here?

I'm not interested in content, and I can't believe it even if it's clever. Whether the character lives or dies, whether the character is rich or poor, these are not things that I care about.

Maybe the distortion in my mind is going to make up something, but I already know that it's making it up, and how long can it affect me? The pull of emotions is even more unreasonable, fortunately, my killing is also unreasonable.

Elegant, intellectual, and perhaps a good fit for my aesthetic, but it's still just a twist.

There must be kindness, there must be kindness, and those who are trying to restrain their anger and are gradually subsiding their anger are difficult to oppose from the same level.

It's all a distortion in the head, whatever I think, whatever I grasp, it's a distortion in the head. The existence of a character is false, and how the character behaves is also false.

Unfortunately, I will always be in this falsehood.

There's nothing wrong with everyone, it's all just a matter of personal preference.

There's no need to keep thinking, the twist in your head is just. What does it have to do with other people's liking me, and what does imperial propaganda have to do with me?

In this world, it seems that I am alone. (https:)

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