A few more days had passed, and he still hadn't found anything. He knew he needed to rest. The legs that were already exhausted moved forward, and the vision seemed to be affected, and it was no longer sharp, and many things that were close could only be distinguished by the heart.

Both eyes have become dry because they have been open for too long, and they need to rest for a while. It would be nice to say that human beings can be like many animals, and their legs and eyes do not need to rest at the same time.

You can run forever, and you can save the rest you need. But man is not an animal, and he will not be like that after all.

He pondered, remembering that he had heard someone say that the most energy-consuming thing for people is the human brain. This little thing needs more than any other part of the body.

So what he has to do now is to stop thinking? Like the white fruit, he had never seen it think, nor seen it rest, and wherever he went, it followed him closely.

It's not just his body that wears him down, it's even more so his heart. He searched for energy, but often had to stop because he had consumed too much, sucking the energy from the dull white fruit.

This often makes him very tired inside. It's not because of myself, but I can't bear to look at it

"It". It doesn't need to eat, it doesn't even need to pay if it weren't for itself, it's so independent in the world.

He felt like he was being involved with it, but they came to this world together, and they weren't originally one!

Thinking made him even more tired, and he really should have rested. What are people ultimately after?! The more tired he became, the more he couldn't forget such questions.

Man pursues wisdom but is always governed by the senses. He always judged whether he was moving forward based on the sensations transmitted back by his feet, rather than relying on his intellect to make judgments, and the same was true for other organs.

He had too many complex organs than the white fruit. But it always gets tired because of it. And it never did, and it never made any mistakes, not even a single small mistake.

It was perfect for him, and it made him feel that perfection. Thinking slowed him down again.

However, if you only focus on blindly moving forward, is there any point? More and less, good and bad, forward and backward are objective!

There is a contradiction in the existence of human beings, and if everything we do cannot resolve this contradiction, it is meaningless after all.