Looking closely, the wheel marks extended to the end of his vision on both sides. He had walked along the left side before, so he had not seen these marks for a long time, nor did he see any cars passing by.
This completely eliminated the possibility of negligence from before.
He followed the wheel tracks and looked to the right. There was no moving object at the end of the horizon. It was obvious that no car had driven away from here for a while.
When did this mark appear?
However, at this critical moment, while he was thinking carefully, his mind drifted away. Jason actually felt that this was a rather strange thing and did not care much about whether he had missed his only chance to escape, or even a chance of life and death.
Suddenly, an inexplicable but extremely real thought flashed in his mind. This wheel mark could lead him to the old man.
At the thought of this, Jason walked down without hesitation. All his previous analysis was instantly thrown to the back of his mind. Compared to this strange intuition, their original form was just a blind groping…
As he walked, Jason gradually felt his body becoming lighter and lighter…
If all the weight of the body disappeared, what was left was the legendary " death "?
If that was the case, it did not seem too bad…
But shouldn't 'death' be the most terrifying thing?
Jason also felt that it should be like this, but he just couldn't be afraid. Was he abnormal?
It seemed a little…
Why did it involve the question of whether it was normal or not?
It seemed that this was indeed a major axis in his past life, and it was so deep in his heart.
But in order to be "normal", he had to make himself be even if he wasn't?
Wouldn't that be too ridiculous and perverted?
Jason realized that he had always been like this in the past, and he had long been accustomed to it and was unaware of it.
Only by doing so could he gain the recognition and acceptance of other " normal people " of the same kind, and then get what he wanted from them. Only in this way could he use " their " recognition to establish and maintain his desired, or at least acceptable, position and imagination about himself.
Does this 'normal' world have any real meaning to every soul living in it?
Uh, wrong, wrong. A " normal person " would never ask such a question, nor would they consider the so-called " truth " or " true meaning."
All of their " truth " and " meaning " were, and could only be, given by that " normal ".
What kind of world was beyond this " normal " world?
This was perhaps the most terrifying thing for the 'normal people', and it was even more unimaginable for the miserable creatures who had been castrated of everything except desire and fear and could not wait to cut themselves into' normal people'.
But in the real world, could anything other than 'normal' be completely blocked?
For example, death, impermanence, and the unsolvable difficulties and troubles in the hearts of those 'normal' people who lived a 'normal' life...
Could a dying man like him really walk out of this unsolvable tragic situation?
Jason couldn't tell whether the waves of emotions in his heart were sad or happy…
Jason felt that it was unfair to describe the countless people of his kind as "normal people".
Because they had no choice at all. They could only endure everything that the impermanence world imposed on them. When the pressure was not too great, they could accept it and manage and maintain the illusions and delusions that they had unconsciously created in the narrow slits of reality. Of course, all of these were taken for granted and regarded as the real reality without thinking. Who didn't?
However, once they were unable to control an irresistible external force or showed even a little more power, everything he had painstakingly built would instantly be shaken and even fall apart.
It didn't matter. There were still lies. This was the only power they had in the face of impermanence. They could use it to make themselves believe something. Even if there was nothing and the illusion didn't really exist, they could still rely on lies to deceive themselves and others. Deceiving others to deceive themselves.
All they could recognize was the language that could only be used to construct illusions.
Even though everything that was maintained by this language was constantly leaking, even though they sometimes did not really believe in that set of things, and sometimes they did not even know where to go.
But apart from it, did they have any other options?
Driven by the law of " must be " something and " must believe " something, they had no choice but to rush and die for this illusion…
Was it absurd?
Yes, humans were ineffective.
When Wuchang was silent, you could talk to yourself and manage your own illusions and lies, but as long as Wuchang inadvertently made a sound, then…
Was it painful?
People would get used to it, so numbness was the most common expression in the world, especially for adults who had experienced a long time.
However, who could blame these people who had been squeezed dry by the gap between their self-made illusions and the impermanent reality, but had nowhere to escape and were still being crushed.
For a person who had been through all kinds of destruction day after day, if he did not die, then other than numbness, was there any other way for him to face this situation?
Didn't someone say," Life is like sex, since you can't resist, enjoy it."”
It would be fine if he could really " enjoy " it, but who could enjoy it without resentment under such irresistible and omnipresent coercion?
" How to say it " was entirely up to the person. It was only when he was at the edge of life that Jason realized that the real pain that people suffered was something they could not say. Besides, language could only be used to create illusions in the hands of these " normal people " and could not reach the truth. The pain had always been itself, and " saying " was ineffective against it. External words could describe it, but they could not touch it in the true sense.
And more often than not, people use rhetoric to disguise it, whitewash it, and cover it up--it can be faked, twisted into any other form that is completely unrecognizable.
It is always there--so much so that all disguises and cover-ups only create more of its kind--and that alone makes all expression useless.
But people could always continue to speak, because people had a mouth-the one on the face, and the one in the heart.
And what drove people to keep talking was this ever-present illusion and pain. People were only driven by them to say what they wanted to believe, such as," Life is like a sex toy. Since you can't resist, enjoy it."”
At this moment, a word appeared in his mind: Resentment--
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