My Little Mom is the Richest

"Why do you say that?" Mu Qiu asked.

"Don't you feel that way? Just don't you think that there are a lot of things wrong in this world? Don't you think that everything seems to be a problem?" the patient asked excitedly.

"Uh uh uh... this world is like this, you can't figure it out or touch it," Mu Qiu said.

"But you will feel that sometimes you don't understand the world, it's like being blurred through glass, and sometimes you even feel broken."

"I don't know if you will be like this, anyway, I have to use philosophy to explain all this, but those explanations are still not clear enough, not clear enough." The patient said clearly.

At this time, Mu Qiu quickly repeated his words in his mind, and still tried his best to conceal Mu Qiu's shock, and said, "Uh uh uh...sometimes!"

"Sometimes? If it really is, then you won't continue to sit in front of me after their repeated warnings." The patient seemed to be pressing harder and harder, and his keenness had reached the point of aggressiveness.

Mu Qiu was not timid, and said sincerely: "Because I am curious about you!"

"That's because you want to get what you want to know? You are not at all satisfied with your current situation, right?" The patient continued to make up the knife.

After hearing this, Mu Qiu really felt speechless, said nothing, and was thinking carefully about how to deal with it.

Seeing that Mu Qiu didn't answer, the patient continued: "It's very simple. Think about it. The various emergences of philosophy allow us to search for all kinds of unknown creatures, just for us to desperately limit all knowledge."

After hearing the patient's words, Mu Qiu really started to despair, and finally understood the suffering of those psychologists and doctors a little bit. "You seem to have brought the topic to philosophy, right?" Mu Qiu asked.

"You are wrong. Philosophy is just a term to explain, that's not the root." The patient argued.

Mu Qiu asked in a cloud of fog, "Uh uh uh...why?"

"It seems that you still don't understand the point of what I said. Philosophy is just a way, just a self-comfort." The patient said helplessly.

Mu Qiu started to faint with this patient. He was like a forced lamp, shaking and stinging, making Mu Qiu very uncomfortable.

"Just tell me!" Mu Qiu said impatiently.

The patient laughed, and began to verbally attack Mu Qiu again: "I mean we only saw a part of the incomplete world. The world is big, you know, it's not as big as usual."

Mu Qiu began to say, "But our thinking is infinite, and we can imagine many, many things."

"Are you kidding? Infinite? Imagination is always imagination." The patient laughed at Mu Qiu and said.

"Uh, uh, uh... Isn't it that the more knowledge, the bigger the imagination?" Mu Qiu asked.

"Then tell me that no matter where you put him, you will always eat, drink, and play, and you won't feel that the surrounding things are different, but he doesn't care, he just thinks what he eats." The patient said for example.

And Mu Qiu didn't agree with the patient's statement very much, and asked, "Since there is something to eat, why bother with so much?"

"Are you trying to deny humans?" Mu Qiu asked.

However, the patient just smiled and did not answer any more. ,, ..