When he discovered the Dead Sea, Jason had a little understanding of the seemingly " normal " people around him in the past. They had a kind of unreasonable absurdity, paranoia, and the tragedy that was deeply hidden behind their hysteria that was not easily seen by outsiders.
No matter how perfect the disguise was, there would always be loopholes.
Under the invisible hatred, the violent person could no longer see or care about this madness and hatred. He could only be driven by it.
The colorless and invisible poison that was born from this endless explosion made the victim unconsciously force others while being forced.
This kind of coercion overlapped, accumulated, expanded, and stimulated each other. It was impossible to weaken or stop. The person who was raped was also raped.
Thus, a terrifying and absurd fairness appeared-everyone was violent with each other, never stopping, and there was nowhere to escape. Finally, they gathered into this human world…
Wasn't this a cage that he couldn't break free from?
All human thoughts and actions would ultimately become the iron bars and steel nails that built this cage.
Jason was a little shocked by his own discovery and thoughts. He could not believe that he had lived like that all this time. He could not even believe that all of that really existed.
The fear of the uninhabited wilderness when they came here could not help but turn into fear of the world full of " normal people " in the past.
The absurd world that seemed to be fabricated and created by endless lies at the moment became natural and flawless because of the blind belief of the 'normal people' who could not help but distinguish it.
However, how could these people tell?
They were born to be completely submerged in that world, and that world contained everything that was needed and desired by the desires of human nature.
Therefore, unquestionable lies became everything to people from the inside out.
How could they possibly tell?
Therefore, this torrent of lies that came out of thin air did not allow anyone to question, escape, or analyze it…
"Extinguished!"
At some point, such a word appeared in the vision of the entire world of lies, and then it lingered.
What followed was a warm, peaceful, and peaceful feeling, making people feel as if they had found a direction to return to.
Without infatuation and madness, without hostility, purposefulness, and the tension that came with it, would the destination appear at an unexpected moment when they walked along the two parallel tracks under their feet?
She gently pulled him into her arms, no longer suffering from the torment of madness and coercion, removing all his hardness and disguise, melting all his uneasiness, doubt, and madness, sweeping away the thick dust in his eyes, allowing them to regain their innocence…
In the past, he had always been a tool. Even he himself had never had the slightest pity for this tool.
This was a tool he used to seek all kinds of pleasure, fulfill all kinds of desires, and achieve self-certification. Once he could not achieve his goal, then blame, pressure, harshness... all kinds of invisible emotional poisons would be used to torture it without mercy.
If this was the case for the tool 'themselves', let alone others.
At this moment, Jason felt the absolute and absolute pain of being used as a tool by himself and everyone else. If he couldn't free himself from this fate, he would forever be a sacrificial object.
Everything in the human world seemed to exist for people, but in the end, it all became an altar for people to die. People don't choose to be born--even their parents often don't have a choice, because of lust; Because of the desire of being a parent, because of the desire that the people around him who were not in control of themselves had placed on him, and because of the desire that they had placed on him. Because of the so-called common sense of society, because they didn't know how to live for decades without children…or because it was just an accidental instinctive impulse…they had children like this.
The fate of being a tool was branded on every newborn like a curse.
After the child was born, did the elders really love him?
Yes, it was.
He could clearly feel that warmth in his memories. This love was something that he had never cared about since he was young. However, the irony was that when Jason realized it for the first time, he also felt sad because the power of the curse was everywhere. It did not even let go of the rare warmth in the world.
If it was an imperfect child, would his parents still " love " him like how ordinary people " loved " their own children?
If it was a child who couldn't earn face for his parents, would his parents still " love " him like how ordinary people " loved " their own children?
If a child failed to fulfill his parents 'expectations and lost at the so-called " starting line," would his parents still " love " him like how ordinary people " loved " their own children?
…
Then, were those children who looked healthy and cute, who could earn enough face for their parents, and who could win at the starting line, the ones who received true "love"?
Or was it because he was a qualified tool that could satisfy other people's wishes? And the hidden threat behind the formula was enough to easily kidnap those children who were enjoying the reward and kill their souls…
Then, would " growing up " bring change to this absurd and suffocating tragedy?
It seemed that it would only be more suffocating, unsolvable, and absurd.
In order to get what he wanted, or what he had to get, he did not dare to, or even thought about, come down from the assembly line. Besides himself, he had to constantly pull the people around him and even his descendants up and tie them up tightly. He was afraid that the tie was not strong enough.
These people, who were getting further and further away from happiness, became more and more reliant on pleasure for a living. It was like a drug addict who would sell everything about himself and others without any scruples in order to get drugs, but still called it "for survival" and "people in the underworld".
Therefore, people worked together to create a prosperous world that was glamorous on the surface, provided all kinds of excitement and pleasure, and was full of noise, temptation, addiction, and subjugation.
There were desires, lies, madness, stubbornness, all kinds of " addiction ", and endless delusions.
However, there was no 'person'.
Only by using such a colorful world could they escape their already empty, withered, and barren souls. Their lives had long lost all the natural luster, but they still had to use lies to paint it with a seemingly bright and colorful luster. The luster must be thick, because even if it was thickened, it often could not cover up the decayed background.
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