The long years, the long river of time, the universe was born in the endless void, and the slow years in the universe gave birth to us, human beings.
In just tens of thousands of years, human beings have used science to understand the world and the universe.
But in fact, science alone cannot fully understand the universe.
Therefore, over a long period of time, unscientific metaphysics came into being.
In our scientific understanding, the universe is 13.8 billion years old, and the earth is about 5 billion years old.
But who can confirm that the universe is really only 13.8 billion years old?
Maybe there is! Maybe there is only one! Maybe there is more than one! Who can tell?
Just as Zhuangzi, one of the representative figures of the Taoist school, said in "Xiaoyaoyou": Those who are suitable for the wilderness will have three meals, and their belly will still be full; those who are suitable for a hundred miles will have to grind grain, and those who are suitable for a thousand miles will gather grain in three months.
Small knowledge is not as good as great knowledge, and small years are not as good as big ones. How can you understand this with ridicule?
The bacteria in the morning do not know Hui Shuo, and the worms do not know Spring and Autumn. There are ghosts in the south of Chu, and they regard five hundred years as spring and five hundred years as autumn. Those who have a big tree above regard eight thousand years as spring and eight thousand years as autumn.
Time and space are different for different life classes.
Just as a mayfly does not know the cold and heat, and the cricket does not know the spring and autumn, different lives have completely different senses of the world due to different levels of life.
People admire gods, but little do they know that in the eyes of mayflies, people are like gods.
Maggots lurk in filth in winter and spring, and they shed their shells into mosquitoes and dance in summer and autumn.
Ants regard streams as giant seas, but birds can soar between heaven and earth.
The fungi, decaying and dead trees form one realm, and whales can swallow tens of billions of them without even eating a single meal.
We look up at the stars and feel the vastness of the universe. The gods bow their heads and sigh that we don’t know the years.
The vast universe is no bigger than the realm of a flower.
Time is far away, no longer as long as a sigh.
As the saying goes, outside the mountains there are green hills and towers outside, and outside the universe, there must be a universe.
If we compare the sea to the largest universe, then we are just mayflies wandering in this endless sea. One day is a lifetime, and we don’t know spring and summer. How can we talk about years?
In the vast ocean of chaos, there are many infinite universes floating around.
It is an animal, it is an object, it is a boat, it is earth.
Boundless, vast and boundless.
And in this endless sea, a streak of light is like a swimming fish, swimming in this vast and endless sea of chaos, constantly shuttling back and forth in it.
It avoids driftwood, skirts islands, and evades everything-devouring whale sharks.
But although its speed is as fast as a stream of light, it is no different from crawling like a snail in this endless sea.
No, it is even slower than a snail, but it keeps moving forward, sometimes faster and sometimes slower, and never stops.
I don’t know if this journey has just begun or if it has been endless years.
It just silently shuttles through this place where there is no time and no space, regardless of years.
His true body was not seen, only his whole body was glowing with white light. He was moving forward slowly and like a white horse passing through the gap, in this land of nothingness and darkness up close, and strange lights and weirdness in the distance.
Maybe it's been wandering for a long time, maybe it's exhausted of energy, maybe it's just coming here.
I saw that gleaming white light, flickering and disappearing into a radiant glass ball of light in this countless strange and bizarre place.