I think after all this time, it's probably time to talk about my soup. Do I have a right to do so? No, it's more like an obligation.
Well, actually I should have revealed the answer earlier. After all, I am not a cooking expert.
On that ordinary, boring afternoon, the weather was a bit cold, the temperature felt like at least -273.15 degrees Celsius. I decided to find something to do that would warm my body, mind, and internal organs, so I made that pot of soup. Looking back, it was an absolutely disastrous decision, and I still regret it. Anyway, after I threw the ingredients in and sprinkled some salt, I walked away, unconcerned, and got busy with other things.
Why do I have so many unnecessary thoughts?
I could have planned those things carefully first, put them into the prophecy machine to predict the results, and then carefully adjusted the order of their occurrence to minimize the resulting impact, but I still did it casually.
Yes, I just do it casually. Every arm and every finger of mine (including the hairs on my skin) has its own ideas, and they are also just as casual.
Of course, this might be what others call "bad luck." And yes, I could have said that, but my pride held me back. As a creator who earned my certificate through formal exams and practical projects, the word "luck" doesn't exist in my vocabulary. So, I can say responsibly: it's all my responsibility. At least, working backward from countless possible outcomes, everything has a single beginning.
That pot of soup is ruined.
This is a concise and concise statement, but of course the actual situation is much more complicated than this sentence - I don't know if my honest answer will be easy for others to understand, but it is obvious that when I try to connect all the cause and effect relationships and the series of events they trigger and record them, I find that the information is too long to be contained in the entire universe. No matter how I record it, it is impossible.
Admittedly, I'd love to extract some interesting insights from it. After all, whether it's creation or destruction, there are always thought-provoking moments. But unfortunately, I only know the beginning, not the rest of the story. After I discovered the pot of soup was ruined, I poured it down the drain to destroy the evidence. And honestly, I also want to know why my body reacted faster than my brain. This is not an excuse; I'm just being realistic and speaking from the facts. What others think is their own opinion, not mine.
So, the responsibility lies with me, I sincerely apologize and hope to be forgiven.
Of course, if "they" don't want to forgive, it's useless. As a creator god who earned a certificate through formal exams and practical projects, as long as there's a probability, I will definitely create a world where everyone can be forgiven and everyone can be forgiven. "They" will never know how big the world is, how many universes there are, and there will always be such a place.
That's the reality.
Is it probably enough to just understand these?
Oh - what a pity to think about it, my fresh ingredients...
(End of the book)
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