George fell in the dark abyss like he was on a slide that would never end to the end.

He shouted, "Help, I'm going to die, God, where are you!" The frightened and helpless little mouse thought to himself that he was going to die this time, "My little son has just been weaned, my fat woman has not finished confinement, and our family of more than eighty people is still counting on me!"

But who cares about him?

The abyss, which could not be seen or touched, echoed with George's hoarse cries, which were first amplified, then quickly thrown out of the clouds, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

There was a wind in the abyss, very violent, whistling wildly, as if it would blow the little mouse away at any moment.

George tried to figure out the direction in which the wind was blowing, but he felt like he was caught in it. The endless fall continued, and he silently calculated in his mind that half an hour should have passed, maybe even longer—oh my God, what the hell is this place?

I remember one time when he climbed through the stone pillar under the Arc de Triomphe and climbed into the Theater of Servius along a secret passage deep into the ground, he also met an Egyptian beauty at the entrance.

The beautiful woman had long black hair that dragged the floor, wore a light almost transparent gauze skirt, exuded the fragrance of violet, held a fan made of reeds and rose petals in one hand, and dragged a little rabbit dog that had just reached term in the other.

George certainly knew who she was—the Mediterranean actress Kloras, whose voice was as beautiful as the nightingale and the yellow oriole.

Ahh

But his mind was not obedient at all, and he remembered again an old man who used to snooze in the baths, and the flesh on his belly was so great that it drooped down like a hanging waterfall, layer upon layer and endless, like this abyss—this abyss might be connected to another abyss, like this darkness might be covered with another darker darkness.

A funny idea occurred to him: if Plato, Caesar, and Virgil were thrown into the abyss at the same time, how would each of them react?

George didn't know much about philosophy, and military affairs were equally unfathomable to him, and as for poetry, poets were the ones who "ahh

Yes, they should be thrown into the abyss, George wants to hear them bicker, he wants to see them fight, he wants them to argue - either way, it's better than being like he is now, falling and falling, when is the head!

Slowly, there seemed to be light in the abyss, although it was very meager but George felt that he could see something faintly.

Later, that little bit of light began to appear in the air, like countless glowing particles converging, and I don't know how long it took for George to finally see his body. So he looked up, but he couldn't see anything. Oh my God, this abyss is so huge, it's so endless.

For a moment, George was so overjoyed by the light that he was so excited that he wanted to cry: "Who is so kind as to let this light shine in!" he shouted loudly, and the echo came from far and wide.

He listened to the echo, and only then did he feel his descent slow down—he didn't even feel when it was all happening. George tried to kick in the air, and his body showed signs of bouncing upwards: "Wow, that's amazing!"

Later, he fell more and more slowly, until finally he felt as if he could walk in the air. He really took that step, which made him even more surprised to find that he was actually moving forward.

But he immediately stopped: "I can't mess around, what if I go astray in this abyss?" He felt the presence of a will, in the invisible void. The will is so powerful that it can make everything, it can change everything, it can turn everything around, and it can destroy everything without much effort.

"This abyss may have been created by him, in order to change my fate. He made me fall into it at the top of the arena, and then he turned the endless darkness into light, seemingly to illuminate my despair, but it could also be an invisible temptation, and if I really wanted to enter a situation that I should not have entered, then I would be greeted with irretrievable destruction!"

George felt that he was too thoughtful and very philosophical, and he was about to worship himself.

But he also realized that these thoughts did not come out of his own heart, but a voice that could only be felt, but could not be captured.

This surprised him and scared him at the same time. At that moment, he felt fortunate that he had never been before, and it was accompanied by an indescribable dazedness.

Gradually, the fall began to accelerate again. He watched as all the short hairs on his body stood on end, and his big belly slammed into his face, making him a little out of breath.

His vision was thus obscured, and while he could not see anything, a large light suddenly poured into the abyss. The light was so strong that it made you want to scream, and it was clean as if it had just been washed with water.

Then, with a "bang", George felt himself fall to the ground.

He fell onto a large piece of something soft and very good-smelling. His eyes widened to see, oh my God, it was a meadow with no end in sight. He looked up again, and above it were the intertwined branches of the trees, like some mysterious and incomprehensible patterns, and above the branches was an incomparably clear milky white sky.

Where is the abyss? Where is the abyss? He clutched at his fat head, unable to figure it out.

Could it be that I had a dark and long nightmare and now suddenly woke up?

George really can't figure out what he's been through!?

He jumped up, looking himself up and down, and everywhere he could see was good, all his claws were there, his fingers were there, and his big belly!

There was a watery, clear smell in the air, which made George shake his pointed nose, and he looked in the direction where the smell was wafting, and wow, there was a large blue lake at the end of the meadow, and the lake was full of purple irises.

Of course, there are many flowers in the meadow, some are as red as fire, some are as blue as the sea, some are yellow as autumn pears, and some are pink as summer butterflies...... George ran up to the lake, plucked a small white almost transparent hanging bell and slammed it on his head like a crown. There was a big drop of dew in the flowers, so sweet that it all flowed down his cheeks into George's mouth, and the little mouse was panicking with thirst, and at that moment he felt that he was about to get drunk.

After running to the lake, George leaned down and looked at himself in the lake: "It's still the same, I'm still me, and I haven't changed at all!"

He raised his head again and looked around, "This place is so beautiful, what is the green grass, I can only feel it today." Not only the grass, but so many beautiful flowers, so many tall and tall trees—so thick moss growing on the stems, and fat mushrooms! There were so many birds flying in the sky, and their beautiful figures were reflected in the water of the lake, as if they were flying in the water! There were countless fish in the water, and they were also very beautiful, and they were all colorful, and they were all spitting bubbles, big and small—"

George muttered to himself, unable to stop.

"Where the hell is this?" he hurriedly turned, looked back, and after a while, slowly turned back again, and continued to stare at himself in the lake. "One thing I'm sure is, it's not Rome!" he asserted aloud. "It's so primitive and so clean that there's no sign of people at all. And it's too big, probably bigger than the whole city of Rome, oh, maybe many times bigger! Oh my God, I'm not going to get lost here!"

Suddenly, our very knowledgeable little mouse thought of something, and he quickly looked up at the sky, "Where is the sun? Tell me what time it is?"

The sun hung in the western sky, and below it was a vast expanse of dense woods that could not be seen. "It's already evening? How could it be! When I fell into the abyss, it wasn't yet noon!"

Whether he believed it or not, the sky was indeed no longer so clear and bright. The night seemed to be in a hurry, and he wished that he could swallow all things in heaven and earth into his mouth immediately. George's stomach growled, and he sat down on the ground.

"Oh, I'm hungry, shall I pick a mushroom to eat?" Ah, the tree is full of all kinds of fruits, I can also pick and eat!" At this moment, he felt something twitch in his head. "Wait, let me think about it, what do I usually eat?Ah, I can't remember!Who am I?How am I here??," The little mouse circled in circles, he looked familiar everywhere, but he didn't recognize anywhere.

The stomach was screaming more and more, and the little mouse had to let go of the doubts in his head first, and he felt a deep uneasiness, but hunger was even more deadly.

He climbed to a nearby tree, which was covered with bright red fruit and looked delicious.

He threw himself on the fruit closest to him, opened his mouth wide and took a bite: "Ah, it's so sour!"

It was so sour, indeed, that the little mouse bounced gently on the pole, and as he fell, his feet slipped onto the wet moss, and his body did not hold steady for a moment, and he rolled down.

The soft, thick grass below caught him.

But he still broke his ankle: "Ahhh The birds that had stopped on the tree were all startled by him for a moment.

"It's really unlucky, not to mention that my stomach is not full, and I almost have a sore tooth and a sprained foot. I can't climb trees now, I can't pick those fruits, what else is there to eat?" he turned his head to look around.

At this time, he heard a strange "rustle" sound.

The little mouse looked for prestige, and saw a snake with long legs crawling towards him through the meadow—oh my God, how can a snake grow legs? At first, the little mouse thought he was dazzled, but he closed his eyes, shook his head vigorously, and when he opened it again, he found that the snake was very close to him, and that he had feet.

This is a long black snake, covered with strips of golden patterns, which looks very exquisite and luxurious. He kept swallowing the long, bright red core, and that's how the weird "rustle" sound came out.

The little mouse immediately collapsed to the ground in fright, unable to move. His feet hurt so badly that he couldn't run at all. Although he didn't remember anything, with the vigilance of his nature, he still realized that this beautiful looking snake would eat itself!

"Don't be afraid!" the snake suddenly opened its mouth to speak, and was about to crawl up to the little mouse. His voice is sweet, reminiscent of some kind of elongated slime, and while it sounds good, it makes you feel uncomfortable in your heart. "I'm not going to eat you, I'm a vegetarian snake!"

"How is he so oily," the thought flashed through the little mouse's mind. The snake was sincere, it should be the truth, but George was still terribly scared. "Don't come here, even if you don't eat me, if you bite me, I'll die!"

"I am not a poisonous snake, and I have no poisonous animals in the Garden of Eden. You see, I still have long legs, and if I don't want to crawl, I can stand up and walk. He said with a smile, stopping two meters away from the little mouse and stretching out his long, bony feet. "But I don't want to do that, I don't want to walk upright like a human being who has no shame. ”

"The Garden of Eden—the human race—oh, I seem to have heard of all of that. The little mouse frowned, desperately thinking and thinking, but did not think of anything.

"Haha, have you lost your memory? can't remember anything?" the long-legged snake laughed happily, and his voice rose a lot.

The little mouse didn't like his gloating face, and he raised his little fist and exclaimed, "What the hell is this place? The fruit is so sour and unpalatable that it makes you forget who you are—"

"It's normal, when you enter the Garden of Eden, you go back to your original state. ”

"Primitive-state?" the little mouse didn't seem to understand, "you mean, I'm degraded?"

"Haha, you can't talk about evolution or degradation right now—can you still remember 'God'?"

"Well—like I've heard—" The little mouse wasn't quite sure.

"What you were when you were first created by him, you are now. ”

"I was made, no way, I was born of it!" The little mouse realized that he couldn't even remember who his mother was.

"Being born is just the process of completing one's own creation, and it is God who really created you!"

"I don't understand. ”

"God created all kinds of life with the help of the womb of the mother, and all the creatures in this world are His creation. ”

"Do plants also have uteruses?"

"Of course, isn't the place where plant seeds are bred their 'womb'?"

"Wow, that's amazing!" said the little mouse with an inexplicable joy, for he was no longer so afraid of the long-legged snake, but that he was very clever. "You seem to have opened my mind, and it was chaotic before!"

"Unfortunately, I can only open it, but I can't turn it on. The long-legged snake said, sighing heavily. "Do you want to be enlightened by God?"

"Yes!"

"Then come with me. Oh, what is the meaning of pointing, do you know?"

"Does this thing still make sense? You're talking so interesting!"

The long-legged snake had turned away, and he was about to return the way he came. Hearing the little mouse say this, he stopped again. Of course it makes sense, everything in this world has its reason and meaning for existence. If you only know why He exists, but you don't know the meaning of His existence, you don't know anything!" he said in a tone akin to that of a prophet, without looking back.

"I see—" The little mouse grew admiring the strange-looking snake with legs.

"Ignition is also a kind of existence, and it is the ultimate existence created by God. It's a pity that he doesn't want more creatures to get it. ”

"Why?"

"Because it's also the ultimate sin, the beginning of all suffering—well, aside, come with me, and I'll show you how terrible it is to be an unenlightened creature. "The long-legged snake can't wait.

"Ah, I seem to understand, no wonder the birds and fish here don't react when they see me. They're creatures that haven't been ignited, right?"

"They're just inconspicuous fools!" cried the long-legged snake in disgust. "I'm going to show you the most hateful and terrible of human beings, and I'm going to show you how stupid they are, and then I'm going to let you witness a moment of great significance, and I'm going to give it a name, the most beautiful and most wicked!