Chapter 28 Article 26 On the Other Side of the Wall

Before seeing this patient, I was seriously warned by two psychologists and a psychiatrist: Be careful, he is a dangerous person in thought.After repeated warnings, my curiosity has been pushed to a pinnacle. To be honest, I was a little disappointed when I first saw him arrive, it didn't look like anything new.It is unattractive, average in size, has no fangs, breathes air, has no scales under its ribs, seems to eat carbohydrates, does not have a huge "S" logo on its chest, and is unlikely to be structurally deformed.But there was something striking—really striking: his eyes were blazing.

After pressing the recording button, I opened the notebook and found that he was watching my every move intently. Me: "You..." He: "I'm fine, have you been warned by them to be careful?" Me: "Uh... yes." He: "How would you describe me?" Me: "Do you care what other people think of you?" He: "There's nothing else to do, they don't let me read the newspaper anymore." Why do I?" He: "I will absorb a lot of things from newspapers, and I can analyze them for several days, and after they settle down, I will have new ideas. So they don't want me to read them."

Me: "I heard that your eloquence is very good." He: "I spoke much slower than I thought, and a lot of things were missed." Me: "Bragging?" Him: "Fact." I suddenly felt like talking to him, clear and clean, without nonsense. Me: "Okay, tell me what you know?" He: "You are very urgent." Me: "Well, because you are the nightmare of those psychologists." He: "That's what they themselves doubt." Me: "What do you suspect?" He: "Do you feel that something is wrong with this world? Everything seems to be wrong, but you can't tell what's wrong, and you can't see what's wrong. Sometimes something will emerge faintly, waiting for you to go It disappears when you catch it, like a mirage. Sometimes you will clearly feel that the problem is not so simple, there is always something behind every thing and every object, and you can be sure that many laws are interlinked, but When you think about it, it becomes chaotic. There are too many things in this world that you don’t understand, and you will be confused to the point of collapse, as if you can’t see clearly through a hazy glass. In the end, you have to use philosophy to explain everything, but you are better than anyone else. Clearly, those explanations are plausible and unclear. Do you have any?"

I quickly revisited his words in my mind, and tried my best to hide my shock: "Well, sometimes?" He: "If it was really just 'sometimes', you wouldn't have sat in front of me after accepting the warning." His sharpness has reached the point of aggressiveness. Me: "Because I'm curious." He: "Right, so you will doubt everything, and you will not be satisfied with what you know." I didn't say anything, I was carefully considering how to deal with it in my mind - the first time I was forced to deal with it seriously in such a short period of time.

He: "Do you understand what I said?" Me: "I'm thinking." He: "There is nothing to think about, nothing at all, because your current state is not right." Me: "Maybe? In what state can I figure it out?" He: "I don't know. But I probably know a little bit about it." I decided to retreat first: "Can you teach me?" He: "No need to teach, it's very simple. Just think about it, the emergence of gods and ghosts in religion, the emergence of various interpretations of philosophy, the pursuit of intelligent creatures other than us, and the limit of all the knowledge we have. , for what? For finding. For what? To find more and more. But, is it actually more? Yes. Where is the more?"

Me: "It seems that the topic has gone to philosophy again?" He: "No, philosophy is just a conceptual explanation, that is not fundamental." Me: "Uh... isn't philosophy fundamental? Then what is fundamental?" He: "You didn't understand the point I said. Philosophy is just one of the so-called paths. Maybe philosophy is a dead end, a scam, and a self-consolation." I think I'm a bit psychotic, and his stare like a searchlight makes me uncomfortable. Me: "Don't you just go around in circles?" He: "We only see a part of the world. In fact, the world is very big, very big."

Me: "Do you mean the universe?" He: "The universe? That's not enough, it's too small, and it's just a very small part. In fact, this world spans space, time, and everything. It's so big that it exceeds your thinking." Me: "Thinking is infinite, you can imagine a lot." He burst out laughing, which annoyed me. He: "Imagination is infinite? Don't be ridiculous. How can imagination be infinite? Imagination is all based on cognition and cannot go beyond cognition." Me: "Well, this... the more knowledge you have, the more space you can imagine... right?"

He: "Throw away the concept of space? Gods and ghosts were created to make up for the lack of space. What time, different dimensions, are all insignificant parts. The difference is too far away. A small bug on a tree , can’t understand what the sea is like, what the desert is like, that’s beyond its understanding. Catch this bug and put it on another tree, it won’t care, it will continue to eat and climb, It doesn't realize that the surroundings are different, and it doesn't care if it's the same. It's good to eat." Me: "Since I have eaten it, why bother so much? It's just a bug."

He: "That's right, we can't ask bugs to think a lot, but we also can't think that bugs who think a lot are sick. We allow existence that is different from ourselves." Me: "You mean to say..." He: "I didn't mean to say, it's just what you think." Me: "Okay, so what if we know how small our world is? For bugs, even if they know the sea, what if they know the desert? Don't they want to go back and eat that tree? Doesn't make any sense?" He: "You are a human, not that bug. You are a self-proclaimed ruler, a high-ranking person."

Me: "Then don't call yourself that." He smiled at me and I knew I was hooked. Me: "Are you trying to deny people?" Him: "No, I don't want to." Me: "...Go back to the bigger world you said. How do you prove it?" He: "A worm asked another worm: How do you prove that the ocean exists?" I have a bit of a headache: "Maybe you can see it if you turn into a butterfly...if it's not too far from the sea..." He was smiling triumphantly. I get it, this cunning guy is using me to say what he really stands for. Me: "This is complicated, it's a qualitative change..."

He: "You're suddenly confused again, aren't you?" I feel like a mess in my head. He: "Have you ever played the game of changing angles?" Me: "How to play?" He: "Put a smaller DV in your pocket anywhere, find a way to fix it, and then make a hole in your pocket, start shooting when you go out in the morning, and shoot your day. You will play it on your rest day Take a look, and you will find that the world has changed, it is different, everything is new, everything is specious, strange and familiar.” I have to admit that this is really fun and fun to think about. He: "Change your pocket in a few days, or put it on a hat, or fix the DV on the roof or the front bumper while driving, and then you can look again. It's a new world. It's not over yet, the same It is a trouser pocket, and then let the camera look backward, or simply set up a shelf, fix it on the top of the head, or look from the angle of the shoes? Or look from your dog’s neck? It doesn’t matter, you will find a lot of different things, you You will find that you do not know this world.” Me: "It seems interesting..." He: "Being a butterfly is nice, isn't it?" I'm used to it. Me: "This will never end." He: "Of course, this world is too big, bigger than your imagination." Me: "If you have enough time, you will definitely see all the angles." He: "Why do you take time seriously, Lao Gen? What's the matter if you don't have time? Do you really want to see the whole world from all angles? Even if it's just the part you know? Isn't your thinking limiting you? ?" Me: "My thinking..." He: "I said, thinking is limited. Right?" Me: "Yes..." I have no choice but to admit it. Him: "I'm a dangerous person?" Me: "Well, maybe? But what you said is too divorced from reality. After all, you are still human and you are living." He: "That's right, but it still can't stop me from thinking about it." Me: "But your thinking is also limited." He: "Thinking is just a wall that restricts you." Me: "What you said is contradictory." He: "Not at all. Whether religion, philosophy, theology, or science, they all have the same meaning and pursue the same thing. That's what you want to find. It's what everyone is looking for—of course, You don’t have to look for it, but there is always someone looking for it.” Me: "Assuming you are real, what will happen after you find it?" He: "Ah...according to the past practice, when you find it, you will tell others in fragments, stuttering, and incoherently. Some people remember it, and some don't. Those who remember it will spread it in a muddle. In the end, everyone thought that he was the founder of a certain school or religion, and then a group of people fought back and forth, splitting the broken new religion into several factions. Until one day, a few weird people Spotted some of the differences, then searched hard until I couldn't find the answer, started thinking until I hit the wall, and then, then... Bulabulabula, and so on." Me: "You're confusing me, what the hell do you know?" He smiled: "To you, to you, I'm just a mental patient." Me: "You... I don't know what to say." No matter what I said, he didn't answer anymore.But it served its purpose: it got me thinking about something, but it only made it more confusing. I had insomnia that night, all kinds of messy thoughts were mixed together, and I couldn't figure it out.I understand what he said, but I don't know how to do it.I was tempted to talk to him again the next day, and all of a sudden I thought it was scary.Because I have been designing where to fix the DV on the clothes before going to bed last night. I remembered what N psychiatrists told me: Don’t pay too much attention to what mental patients say, don’t think too deeply about the worldview they tell you, otherwise you will go crazy sooner or later. Is the mind really a wall that limits us?How big is the world?on the other side of the wall.