For the first time, Jason could clearly see that all the suffering he had experienced in the past was caused by the uncontrollable struggle caused by his rashness. This futile struggle led to greater pain and more stubborn and fierce struggle. This cycle continued, magnified infinitely, involuntarily, and endlessly.
Moreover, there was no real way to express it.
You have to constantly prove your so-called " value " to others. You have to constantly make yourself believe in things that you have no choice but to believe. Of course, you also have to provide so-called " proof " for things that you have no choice but to believe.
All languages, expressions, and information channels were occupied by such " proving " things, so that they could struggle in any possible way, but there was no way to express, let alone comfort, this " non-proving " struggle itself.
The most tragic thing was not the tragedy itself, but that all the tragedies were useless.
It was precisely because it was useless that this tragedy could be magnified to the point where it was boundless.
This was too f * cking cruel.
However, it had to be said that this was really…too f * cking wonderful…
Jason tried to find out the source of all this, but he soon found that his thoughts had lost their direction after taking a few steps.
It was an enigmatic demon. It was everywhere when you were not looking for it, but once you were looking for it, it would instantly disappear without a trace.
However, one thing could be seen. If the source was still operating, then no matter if he stepped on the brakes or the accelerator, there was no fundamental difference.
Jason knew that it was only in this empty place where all the external noises were restored to the separation of the heart itself that he could pursue the fairy that could bring him to the essence of existence. Unfortunately, he could not do it, and he lost it so quickly.
alas
A thought entered this wilderness, and the thoughts that had lost their direction disappeared, leaving only this heart to return to loneliness…
His body gradually relaxed, as if there was no longer any reason for him to hold on tightly to the thought that almost made his mind spasm.
Therefore, in this time and space that had been completely opened, the heart, like a drop of paint thrown into the sea, quickly dissolved and dissipated--if it was really possible to "dissipate".
All that was left was silence…or…
Time itself…
Therefore, everything that was presented in the background gradually returned to its purity. Just when Jason thought that this purity would continue to clarify, he vaguely saw that there seemed to be one in his heart…
No, it was countless tiny but unformed spirits that were restless, trying to grab onto something to become a physical body…
Physical body?
What kind of entity?
What were they trying to catch?
They seemed to only want to " grab " and not care about what they were grabbing. Just like some of the most primitive life forms, they only had the instinct to " grab ". This was their only fate.
With this instinct, if any one of them succeeded, it would stimulate the same crazy desire of all their kind. And once they couldn't grab anything, they would let out a scream that was enough to drive people crazy." Bored "," Insufferable emptiness ", forcing their servants to find something to grab…
Upon closer inspection, there was no difference between the two situations. It was just that the latter had grabbed something that they thought was " not there ", and it still triggered the desire to " grab ".
Thus, there was no longer any gap in time…
However, for some reason, this instinct that had always been omnipresent, unquestionable, and unceasing seemed a little powerless at this moment…
He didn't know if it was because of this, but Jason felt unprecedentedly relaxed. His heart was filled with a wonderful serenity that was like celestial music.
In this almost strange state, every moment he experienced seemed to have a hint of sweetness, and it also made a certain opposition appear.
Hmm…
The direct expression of this 'opposition' was the background of his mood. It was the unconscious, irresolvable emotion triggered by the grasping instinct, the dissatisfaction with the fact that the things they had obtained were still not enough to satisfy the appetite of the ghosts. The resentment and resentment that arose from not being able to get what they wanted; The obsession and yearning for all kinds of temptations that seemed to be within reach, but were also somewhat distant, and the resulting fear of missing out... All these constituted the most basic emotional background of his past life.
It was only now that he could see its face for the first time.
In the past, as the fundamental foundation of the mind, it was an object that could not be observed. At that time, it could not be an " object " at all, and it would not rest even in its sleep.
This background seemed to have no other use other than making people live in a state of inexplicable tension and being driven, but it was also the only thing that people had no choice…
It was only now that it could be seen for the first time when another kind of background appeared.
Then, the inexplicable nervousness and the state of being driven seemed to have healed without a cure. Therefore, his mind, which was no longer stubborn, opened up to all thoughts…
Eh?
Didn't he learn about reaction force in school?
It was the perfect time to do the 'reaction force' experiment in this state.
Jason suddenly became playful. It didn't seem like a big deal to be trapped in a weightless state.
Straightening his body, he maintained his position and slowly took a deep breath before exhaling…
Well, at least the reaction force had some effect here: His head drifted backward, causing his body to turn slightly.
It seemed like this place wasn't too strange. At least Newton's law still worked.
He tried a few more times, and the tiny push made his body slowly spin in the air.
Jason then changed his move. He raised his neck and blew up, trying to move his body in one direction.
After bragging a few times, it was indeed useful, but it was not enough. Should he find a more exciting way to play?
Ah Jie contracted his abdominal muscles to see if there was any excess gas in his stomach. Although he did not find any exhaust gas, he realized that he really did not feel hungry at all, and his spirit had recovered a lot.
He didn't know how long he had not eaten anything and could still be like this. Was he about to become an immortal?
Or was it the legendary final radiance?
Tsk, what's the use of thinking about this?
Why should I be happy? Why should I be afraid of death? Let's continue our spacewalk. Those rich people have to pay at least tens of millions of dollars in tour fees in exchange for a short ten minutes of weightlessness. Isn't this what I picked up?
He was secretly happy in his heart and felt angry in his stomach.
There was such a smooth thing. He didn't want to disappoint her. Jason carefully posed…
Fire!
However, the movement was very small. After all, there was not enough fuel. However, it still floated slowly into the sky.
Eh? Why not try landing this way?
It has nothing to do with hope, just do it.
He adjusted his posture, aimed in the right direction, and blew air upwards with his mouth.
At the same time, he looked at the stars in the sky. He was reluctant to leave them…
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