What I am talking about is the truth itself. Is it part of the "truth"?
I once read a fable about a group of pigs raised on a farm. Every morning at nine o'clock, the farmer would pour feed into the trough. The pigs inside could eat the feed trough as long as they stretched their necks out of the mouth of the tube.
The food inside.
So, the wisest pig among the group of pigs thought that the reason why food was produced outside the rusty pipe mouth was actually a natural law, so he told the other pigs and announced as a prophet
This amazing discovery.
Therefore, at about 8:50 every day, this group of pigs will crowd at the mouth of the pipe, waiting for the moment when the feed falls.
Repeated feeding day after day makes the pigs firmly believe in the theorem of the "prophet".
And after a long period of time, their attitude towards the nozzles and feed troughs became more and more changed, and they even began to think that they were gifts from gods. As a result, religious beliefs emerged among the pigs, and they worshiped the feed troughs.
, regard this as the only truth in the world.
Until later, the farmer sold the farm to a meat processing factory, which changed the row of nozzles and feed troughs into a bloodletting pool on the slaughter line...
Human beings are always exploring the nature of the world. The truths that can be developed and the truths expressed by history are all limited to the cognitive scope of the material world. What mortals see and infer are only what float on the water.
Appearance.
It just so happens that people always regard appearances as truth. Only when their throats are cut and bled like those pigs do they realize how stupid their past beliefs were.
Just like the process of history, from the cause at the beginning to the effect at the end, who can say that is the only truth?
I have met too many mortals, and they can only conclude from thousands of years of experience that the turning of the gears of history is driven by most objective factors and is an unstoppable trend. If someone can help
It stirs up a little bit of waves, or helps it, or changes the trajectory of the flow... Such a guy can almost be recorded in the annals of history and leave his name in history.
Therefore, most mortals are pursuing the ability to control their own destiny and that of others in this wave.
No one wants to be yoked, but they also want to be yoked for others.
They are vying for power, becoming emperors, warlords, and popes... They are eager to control more resources and power, and they are immersed in the desire to control and cannot extricate themselves.
But no one will delve into why humans have these meaningless desires, and when did it, combined with countless objective factors, change the entire world.
……
The above speech is the murmur of a mysterious existence from a certain mysterious realm.
In this mysterious space that transcends matter, tangled thorns and vines are entangled with each other, covering everything that originally belonged to the sky above.
And outside the gap between the dead branches, there is no skylight, only a pure white filled with thick fog...
This place is like a nest for breeding chicks, but it is as huge as the entire world.
The owner of the voice just now was walking slowly on the ground full of thorns. "He" tapped the branches blocking the road with his cane, and the bushes in front of him separated by themselves, forming a winding path.
Keep going.
"He" wore a tall black top hat, his face underneath was obscured by a cloud of turbid gray fog, his white gloves were clean and dust-free, and his long windbreaker swayed slightly as he stepped.
After walking through the winding path, the mysterious man arrived at his destination.
I saw a square stone plate in the center of an open space surrounded by shrubs.
The mysterious man pinched his possible chin, moved forward, and sat on the chair woven from rattan opposite the stone plate.
He stared at the surface of the stone plate and said in a slightly surprised tone: "I see, in order to go back, you actually borrowed this thing... Did its owner give it to you so easily?"
After questioning, the mysterious man suddenly put his hand on top of the stone plate and stroked it slightly, and the lines on the entire stone plate instantly became clear.
The surface was rough, with rows of straight square grids criss-crossing horizontally and vertically, and on these grids, various numbers of black and white "beads" were scattered.
"Hmm... It's interesting. The layout hidden outside the material world has dragged all the chess pieces into this stone plate... Then, let me explore it carefully!"
The mysterious man raised his cane, scratched the tip on the stone plate, and landed in a corner.
"Third Epoch, May 1, 1853. There is a black bead here. Who is it?"
The cane clicked on the bead, and a name suddenly appeared on the bead - Crow.
"Well... the starting point of the plan is that you used a certain method on this day to let this person named 'Crow' know the ritual that can summon you to the material world..."
The cane continues to move to the next area.
"On the 10th of the same month, there are two beads here, one white and one black. One is the crow just now, and the other is...um...an actor? Oh! Is he a nocturnal performer?
You used this stone plate to accidentally arrange a meeting between the actor and the crow. In order to seek understanding, the actor needed to complete a grand performance. He quickly formulated a perfect plan, which was actually...
It's a 'plan' arranged by you."
The cane then moved and moved to a pile of beads in the lower area.
"On the 14th, you arranged for three stupid young men from the west to murder a contractor at a stone quarry. On June 1st, by chance, the crow killed the three people in custody.
After being rescued, Crow naturally regarded them as the first stage of the actor plan and became a key part of the implementation of the ceremony."
Bang bang bang!
The mysterious man whose face was covered by the gray fog clapped several times, as if to express his admiration for this conspiracy.
"So what's the next step? Well...it's really complicated."
He skipped many complicated areas, omitted certain arrangements, and focused on the key bead.
"This bead called Augusta, whose brother and wife died, was supposed to spend the rest of his life in despair, but under the revelation of Crow, he inexplicably learned about a ritual to resurrect his relatives, and the result was that step by step
I fell into the actor's trap."
"He got into trouble with another important player in another node, which is this... On July 20, 1864, this black bead called Thomas attracted the seer of the lamp nature. From this, your layout can be said
It's half done, all the controllable conditions have been completed, then it depends on the performance of the crow and the actor."
Continuing to follow the steps expressed by the beads on the stone plate, the mysterious man gradually figured out the routine.
"Oh...that's it. The actor's plan is to split the ceremony into two parts and bury the secret hand named Carmen Hesmos on another continent..."
"In this way, neither Secred nor Greybean officials have any idea what they are going to do without communicating with each other."
"Very smart..."
The mysterious man began to applaud again, this time for the performer and the crow.
But he only drummed twice, and then burst into laughter.
"It's awesome, our chess pieces almost think they are chess players. It's just a pity that everything they hear is just an opinion, not a fact; everything they see is only an angle, not the truth..." p>
"Perhaps for the victims in the conspiracy, they can clearly feel that they are trapped in the game and are passive everywhere, but the chess pieces on the dominant side always ignore the smooth sailing of the plan and too many coincidences."
"Just like..."
"Why did it happen to be the seer of the lamp sex who came to Missouri and not the other seers of the Department of Defense and Suppression? This probability is not equal to zero."
"Why are the actions of the Police Bureau always planned by Augusta? If Augusta is caught early, won't the plan go bankrupt?"
"Why do the people of the Dimon family catch up with Augusta National just at the intersection of multiple histories? Instead of always being half a day late as in the past?"
The mysterious man gently touched the stone plate, his tone tending to sigh.
"What a useful relic! Until the end, these beads thought that history was driven by miserable mortals combined with all objective factors. They would never understand that all 'accidental encounters' were
You, a transcendent person, have ‘planned this for a long time’.”
Withdrawing his hand, the mysterious man looked around, his expression obscured by the thick fog unable to be seen clearly.
"Since you are no longer in the reverse hatching nest, can I consider that your plan has been perfectly implemented, that is to say, you have successfully arrived?"
As soon as the mysterious man finished speaking, he suddenly paused.
He carefully observed the stone plate and found a trace of awkwardness in this situation.
After a while, he suddenly realized it, and what followed was a roar of laughter.
A mocking smile.
"Hahahaha! Our immortals also had a moment of miscalculation? This relic is not as perfect as imagined, just like here, a strange bead appeared."
The mysterious man's cane touched a black bead with a missing corner, and a person's name was immediately displayed on it - Victor Damon.
"It's so interesting, so strange. A very ordinary mortal can actually make mistakes in your advent plan. Even if you return to the material world, you are still incomplete. This is so interesting..."
The mysterious man stood up and walked around, continuing to talk to himself. The gray mist on his head changed shapes, as if expressing the mysterious man's inner emotions.
"Let me guess, why did you make your plan so complicated? Is it to avoid the visits of the group of supreme wills above you? Are you afraid of letting them know that you escaped from the Nest of Inverse Hatching?"
The cane gently tapped the stone plate, and the mysterious man smiled and said: "But what's the use? No matter how complicated the cause and effect is, it can still be traced from beginning to end. Your method has too many loopholes..."
However, as soon as the mysterious man finished his teasing words, the stone plate he tapped under his cane suddenly shattered into countless fine powders, which then floated away and turned into nothingness.
This scene made the mysterious person stunned.
After a long time, he finally understood everything: "That's it...it turns out that this is the end of your plan. You will directly erase the traces of the fate of cause and effect. All responsibilities will be passed on to the tribal leader who wants revenge.
And the actor who seeks the path to understanding..."
The surrounding plants began to grow visibly to the naked eye, as if they were going to directly cover this private open space.
The mysterious man turned his cane gracefully and left the way he came. Before leaving, he did not forget to continue to mutter to himself: "Times have changed, my friend. There is more than one way to return to the material world. There is only one way to return to the material world."
It's a pity that you can never listen to other people's advice, so let's meet 'outside'!"
