I'm trapped in a cube

Mo Ling finally returned to the original eyeball helplessly.

Just as it said, it was already a relatively "normal" one among their race.

"Are all of you like this?"

"Usually, yes, and generally no."

"..."

"If you see too much, you will have doubts. If you have only seen red flowers, you will think that flowers are red, but after seeing blue flowers, you will start to think, is the flower red or blue? After seeing more flowers, the thinking will become more and more complicated, and the doubts will increase, thinking that everything is full of uncertainty."

"The more you see, the more you think, the more hesitant you will be, even worse than at the beginning, when you only knew that the flower was red... Perception is a way to understand the world, and it is also a shackle that traps consciousness. We see too much, so naturally we are shackled and unable to move..."

The words of the bubble eyeball seemed full of helplessness, but also very indifferent.

It is very clear about the limitations of its own race, but it does not think this is a shortcoming.

"It's just a price. Give up some and gain some."

"If you want to find yourself, why not try to give up yourself first?"

The dark eye stared at Mo Ling, as if reminding him again.

After experiencing the riddle bombardment of other eyeballs, Mo Ling's thoughts were no longer so confused when he listened to these words.

He listened to the words of the eyeball quietly and calmed down his mood.

The sky, eyeball, sea of ​​blood, red fog, Tianjin Mountain...feeling too much will make the thoughts more confused. Mo Ling looked at the eyeball in front of him and silently closed his non-existent "eyes".

Now, vision does not exist.

Mo Ling's thoughts calmed down a lot instantly.

The surrounding wind blew slowly, blowing his squirming huge body. These condensed smell molecules seemed to be able to feel the baptism of the breeze. The water vapor in the high sky of Tianjin Mountain was filled with ice and cold...

"Touch, it doesn't seem to be so necessary."

Mo Ling's sense of touch gradually disappeared, and his body became numb. Even if the environment he felt was beautiful, it would affect his thinking.

Whether it was cold water vapor or warm sunshine, it was not so important...

Next, it was hearing.

Tianjin Mountain was a little too noisy. Activity brought vibration, and vibration made Tianjin Mountain noisy. Even at high altitude, you could hear the rustling sounds below.

Branches were breaking, soil was loosening, streams were flowing, creatures were fighting...

The wind was still blowing around me, and the bubble eyeballs not far away made strange chatter from time to time.

"Vibration, too chaotic."

Sometimes the bustle is not a good thing, at least for Mo Ling now, it is just an endless disturbance.

He covered his "ears" so that he could no longer hear those noisy sounds, and his mind could finally calm down.

Finally, only the sense of smell was left.

The bloody smell of Tianjin Mountain even permeated the air, but the uncollapsed odor molecules in Mo Ling's body blocked everything.

"Unknown" has no meaning. Mo Ling could have used it to cover up all the smells and blind his sense of smell, but after listening to the words of the bubble eyeball, Mo Ling decided not to do so.

"The unknown is becoming another unknown, which means that the unknown is also something, and it cannot be used to blind other smells..."

The unknown also needs to be felt. Although the unknown itself has no meaning, perception is meaningful. Since you want to "abandon yourself", you must also abandon your perception.

Mo Ling completely blocked his sense of smell. He did not use the method of "blinding", but completely closed his sense of smell.

Now, Mo Ling fell into the silent darkness.

There is no light, no sound, no smell, and no touch.

Everything around is "empty".

Abandoning all perceptions, only the existence of the self remains.

But without perception, can the existence of the self be proved?

If you can't feel yourself, how can you know that flesh is flesh, bones are bones, and I am me?

In this void, Mo Ling only has the consciousness of thinking.

He thought about a lot of things, thinking about what he was, and trying to prove his existence, but to no avail.

In this case, existence cannot be proved.

Only empty thoughts are left, thinking about his own existence.

Mo Ling was very contradictory. Without perception, he could not feel himself. It was nonsense to want to find the "back of the light" or the "real self".

From the beginning of birth, organisms first had the perception of the outside world, and then proved their existence from the existence of the outside world.

"An individual who can perceive the outside world."

"An individual who can interact with the outside world."

"The wind blows through the fingertips, the sound echoes in the ears, the fragrance of flowers is smelled in the nose, and the beautiful scenery flashes in front of the eyes. Under constant stimulation, this "individual" who can interact with the outside world gradually becomes "I". "

Thoughts are just rootless duckweed. There is no wonderful creature in nature that "I think, therefore I am". This "I" is just a fluctuation of consciousness generated by perceptual stimulation, which helps organisms better distinguish "outside" from "inside".

If there is no "outside" brought by perception, there is no need for "inside" to exist.

Mo Ling's thoughts gradually became blurred. Losing all perception was not an easy thing to adapt to. In the silence and darkness, he felt that his thoughts were becoming more and more dull.

"Self is disappearing."

The barrier between "outside" and "inside" was disappearing and turning into chaos.

Mo Ling vaguely felt the uncollapsed odor molecules and everything in the sky of Tianjin Mountain. The huge vines were rolling and the bubble eyeballs were looking at him worriedly.

"Is this an illusion? I can still feel it even though I have lost my perception."

"Is this what 'I' feel? Or is it something else that feels it and then passes the information to me?"

Mo Ling was a little confused at this time and began to doubt his own existence.

"I really want to see myself..."

"If only there was a mirror."

"I can see who I am and whether I exist or not."

While thinking, Mo Ling "caught" the odor molecules in the illusion.

A mass of gray matter was directly swallowed by a cube-shaped hole that appeared out of thin air.

Then, the group of molecules suddenly appeared in Mo Ling's "thought" that was like a rootless duckweed.

However, this was not the end. The stubborn smell molecules actually collapsed rapidly with Mo Ling's imagination until they turned into-

a mirror.

"Ah?"

Mo Ling was completely confused.

"What did I do?"

"..."

"I captured the things in the hallucination into my mind?"