roccoschili Chapter 290 The vicissitudes of time
Chapter 290 The vicissitudes of time
Staring at the old man in front of him again, it seemed that all his emotions were different, and a certain urge to step forward and hug him arose.
Bai Ning was not driven by this impulse, but continued to look at the existence in front of him coldly.
A sense of strangeness arises spontaneously, as real as the various strong emotions before.
It was as if they had been hurt unnecessarily, so that the relationship between the two began to become estranged. It was an instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages to escape thousands of miles.
An unusually inexplicable visual experience.
In just this short moment, Bai Ning's heart was filled with an emotional storm that was almost mixed with all five senses.
Compared with the previous experience on the building square, this is much richer and more concrete.
Perhaps this is the special thing about being in the same consciousness space.
The emotions are rich, but the atmosphere in the venue is silent.
The look between the two seems to have no end, or perhaps, time is meaningless to this skinny old man who has lived for countless years.
His natural insensitivity to time makes him willing to spend almost unlimited time doing what he wants to do.
Even though this matter is extremely simple, it is so simple that it only requires one stroke and it can be completed permanently.
Perhaps, as long as the old man likes it, the current stare-down can continue indefinitely.
Need to say something?
Do they have the ability to communicate with each other?
Can the existence that remains here be able to analyze the language Bai Ning is currently using?
Various questions in his mind naturally pile up with the ebb and flow of emotions, making Bai Ning's current ideology seem extremely unstable.
Such instability, like an ideological attack, is trying to erase this ray of consciousness from Bai Ning.
In the unknown space of consciousness, have you been rejected and suppressed by the long-term ruler of this place?
He looked at the old man in front of him with a strange look, but the look he received in response was still that vicissitudes of life and calmness.
It seems that all the chaos comes from Bai Ning himself, and all the chaos also comes from Bai Ning's own instability.
What is moved by the wind is not the movement of the wind, but the movement of the heart.
In such an inexplicable look at each other, did Bai Ning and the old man actually have such a high-level spiritual interaction?
When the doubts were thickening, like a sudden collapse, Bai Ning's condensed consciousness suddenly turned into a ball of loose sand, floating to an unknown distance.
At this time, the old man just turned around and left, as if he was suddenly tired of this place and this situation.
Seeing the old man leaving inexplicably in front of him, Bai Ning wanted to follow him, but found that his feet had merged with the unknown space under his feet at some point.
Bai Ning was fixed in place, like a bird tied to its ankles, unable to soar high in the sky anymore.
Still fooled?
In an almost boring stare-down, Bai Ning regretted his defeat and was quietly stopped in place by a local native using some ordinary means.
From then on, there will be a real illusory consciousness here to prove his stupidity and contempt.
It just decayed and was forgotten, in the almost infinite torrent of time.
Is this going to end?
A kind of despairing emotional fluctuation slowly spread like gray mist in the depths of Bai Ning's consciousness, gradually covering everything and gradually losing everything.
"clang!"
A sudden bell rang, and Bai Ning's consciousness seemed to suddenly see a blazing white light in the infinite distance. It was a holy temple located somewhere in the clouds.
The empty space turned into white clouds. Bai Ning's consciousness soared in this place where the strong winds stirred from all directions, staring at a bright light in the distance, hoping to hear the bell again that made his consciousness clear.
Like the void when waking up from a dream, Bai Ning, who was falling rapidly, left the clouds and returned to the current void space.
His feet were still trapped in place, with no way out.
The old man not far away disappeared, and Bai Ning was the only one left here, becoming the only target in this endless space.
If nothingness is meaningless, then Bai Ning here and now is the only meaning of this space.
It will also be the meaning that gradually dissipates in this meaningless place.
The question in the twilight is back again, what is the meaning?
What, is meaningful again.
Bai Ning once responded with great faith. At that moment, could it still become Bai Ning's unwavering belief in his life?
Failure is in front of him, death is in front of him, and the south wall is in front of him. With no way to go, Bai Ning can still respond so lightly, is meaning meaningless?
Bai Ning is Bai Ning, and the meaning is meaningless to Bai Ning.
This is the arrogance and arrogance Bai Ning once had, the madness and ruthlessness in pursuing the ultimate self.
At this moment, does Bai Ning, who is about to assimilate with infinite time, still need this narrow judgment based on limited life and material body?
In this brand-new thinking, Bai Ning's consciousness seemed to have fallen into absolute chaos, being sliced into pieces inch by inch by some kind of sharp razor.
Turning around suddenly, Bai Ning suddenly smiled coldly.
Is the meaning of meaning really that important?
Isn't it the greatest waste of life to dwell on such an almost unsolvable problem?
In other words, what is the essential meaning of life?
As if caught in an infinitely mixed torrent, Bai Ning is seamlessly connecting from one meaning to another.
What is the meaning of meaning?
What is behind the meaning?
Does it really make sense in this world?
Is the definition of meaning based on time, or on the body that is about to decay?
Or, what is the meaning of infinite time?
If the essence of this world is nothingness, if the birth of life is accidental, if the essence of existence is death.
So, does it really make sense to start from nothing and then from something to nothing?
If there is no meaning, then what is the point of the existence of meaning?
Could it be that the so-called meaning is a cage tailor-made for ourselves by purposeful creatures like humans?
Being in a prison of meaning, the shortness of life begins to become an unbearable burden.
So, is immortality the key to unlocking the prison of meaning?
Because of immortality, there is no need for extravagance and waste, nor does it matter for youth. Everything that passes by is meaningless, and all meaning can be slowly gained in the infinite future.
Because I no longer cherish or care, the meaning becomes meaningless, and the meaningless time begins to become a more meaningful ladder.
Is that so?
So, what is the meaning of human existence?
Life in this world is nothing more than food, clothing, shelter and transportation, joy, anger, sorrow and joy. Apart from that, there seems to be nothing else.
Pursuing meaning beyond these basic physiological needs is like a soul trying to break away from the shackles of the body, which is the ultimate separation of spirit and body.
The so-called contradiction, the so-called pain, and the so-called confusion may be based on this ultimate separation of spirit and body.
So, is it true that there is a certain urban legend that states that the earth is nothing but a prison for the human soul?
It is precisely because the body is the shackles of the soul that life has a higher level of meaning to pursue.
Meaning, perhaps only meaning.