(First update.) For the classmate who doesn't like PS, I can only regret to say, I don't like PS You come to hit me? I don't owe you anything. If you don't like it, don't read it.,It's really not okay to pull the TXT text directly and check it to delete.。 And then it's the spring thing of the friend Ha Ha Ha classmate's spring thing with the same person writing is really good.,I'm also looking at it.,But how to say...... Can you just give me a little face? It's super awkward to advertise other people's ads here. ）

Turning down the advice of Yubihama and her peers, I went straight to my room and locked the door.

In fact, this should be a wise move. Because then there were about three knocks on the door. As if realizing that I wasn't going to get out, I continued for a while and then stopped knocking. As a result, I also had some free time to start surfing the Internet.

I remember saying that I was a serious internet addiction. I love the internet so much that I would even feel a little uncomfortable losing it. And the Internet can also obviously relieve my nervousness, at least on the Internet, my negative emotions can be covered on the garbled account, wanton venting.

The Internet should be one of mankind's greatest inventions.

It's like a rudimentary psychic network, using electricity and 01 to interact with people's souls. There is no difference in identity, there is no difference in level, everyone on this network is current and signal.

They look at IDs and accounts as if they were a whole new life. The disappearance of an account's ID is met with a lament, and when that account's ID reappears, there is a cheer. It doesn't matter what your real identity is, everyone looks at your identity on the Internet. It's like a whole new life.

Each and every one of us is alive in another way online.

The Internet has given us almost infinite life, and we have used this way of contact to store knowledge in various parts of the world, and 01 has been used to construct a new world on the medium. He doesn't have a conceptual creature, it only exists in the material. But it's still alive.

So I like to be on the web. It's like it's like it's now, and it's like it's watching the news without anything to do. Then, with the language I learned, I went to foreign websites and watched different voices. Doing so is a good way to relieve my anxiety and anxiety now, and it can also gradually dispel the irritability in my heart.

"[Sad News] The famous voice actress Miss XX made a marriage announcement, and the other party is an ordinary member'

'[Flash] A 4.3 magnitude earthquake has occurred in XX place, and no one has died yet'

Question: How do you study at home? ’

……

Just looking at the text like this on the discussion board can make you feel a sense of relief and relief.

You don't have to think about what your obligations are, and you don't have to think about all those useless messes. Just casually show yourself as you are. Just live your life on your own terms online.

If it's not exposed, then there's nothing wrong with that.

This is not the first time this has been done. It can even be said that a considerable number of people do this. In reality, it is an identity, and on the Internet it is another identity. uses his identity to wantonly publish what he wants to say but can't say. Use this identity to express what you want to express but can't. Only in this is that all human beings are the same. No one knows who you are, what your past is, and people are monsters who live in the current.

That's why I like this kind of worldly realm. I also like this kind of communication. I like this kind of communication the most. You don't have to think about other people's feelings in person, you don't have to think about complex interpersonal relationships, and you don't have to worry about the responsibilities on the surface or inside. Everyone is blank, so it's better to show what you want according to the blank.

I took a breath and started typing my own questions on the discussion board.

Three philosophical questions. Who are you? Where did it come from? Where to go? These three questions are the ones that have plagued countless people throughout their lives. But in the same way, there are countless people who have given their own answers that they think are the most correct, covering these questions.

But there is no doubt that the answer is different for each of them. It's all the answers you think are right.

There has never been a standard solution to these three problems.

Everyone's life trajectory is different, and everyone is completely different. But they can only give one answer, which is that they never have one time in their lives. I have spent my whole life writing my most difficult answers to these three questions as a mark of my life. These three questions will accompany you at birth and pass away at death. This is true for everyone, for everyone and for all things in this world.

However, as long as there is, there must be loopholes. Nothing is absolute. When Laplace's demons were destroyed, the world fell into chaos. Omniscient omnipotence does not exist, nor does perfection. The microcosm tells us that God has a 50 percent chance of existence. That means there will always be some loopholes.

For ordinary people, that's beauty, that's romance. But for those further up, it's a kind of panic and despair. And for those who have been through it all, it's a terrifying darkness.

There is only one answer to the three questions of philosophy. However, I have two.

The answer to the past, the answer to the present.

There is no future.

The answer to the first question is that I'm Hachiman Hikiya, but I'm also the civil servant.

The answer to the second question is that I came from the embryo of my parents, but I also inherited the memory of that person.

The answer to the third question is that I will fall into eternal tranquility, but I may also enter eternal reincarnation.

So I was nothing more than a cat.

For many people, it is just a senseless delusion, but for me, it is a cold reality. Because that person's memories constitute me, become a part of me, and he is already me. If he is false and does not exist, then what is it about me who is attached to this fantasy? Just thinking about such things makes my bone marrow feel cold.

Loneliness can be ignored, and loneliness can be endured gradually. But it was only when my existence was denied that I could feel the fear to the bone. As if being blown by a howling cold wind, I subconsciously pulled up the futon to warm myself.

“…… Go to sleep. ”

Glancing at the answers on the BBS board, I sighed and turned off my smartphone.