He then heard that his breathing and heartbeat were perfectly normal, and he shouldn't be experiencing this feeling of suffocation.
If there's nothing wrong with his breathing and heartbeat, yet he feels suffocated, then what's the problem? Chen Jing couldn't help but ponder.
Ah, something's wrong with my brain.
Chen Jing coldly drew this conclusion, and then he felt a surge of heat in his head, a burning sensation.
He was overcome with fear. This was not a normal conclusion that a rational person could reach immediately. The fact that he could come to this answer so quickly only proved that he was now "mad."
Only a madman would immediately connect this to the fact that there's something wrong with his brain!
At this moment, Chen Jing still had the mind to think about other things.
"The mentally ill patients in the mental hospital all say they are not mentally ill. If a mentally ill patient says they are mentally ill, wouldn't that mean their symptoms are more severe?"
"This is the self, the boundary between reason and intuition, the boundary between morality and instinct..."
"So, if I look up, can I see my superego? No, according to the teacher's spiritual practice theory, it should be called my divine self?"
Then Chen Jing looked up and saw the gods.
It was like a face stitched together, utterly incongruous.
"Yes, I have two completely independent memories, and they are set in different social moral environments, so my divine self looks like two divine selves stitched together."
The endless darkness above my head made Chen Jing "intuitively" associate it with doors, childbirth, darkness, the Tao, and motherhood.
"Profound and mysterious, the gateway to all wonders."
"The spirit of the valley never dies; it is called the mysterious female."
Chen Jing instinctively recalled a fragment of the Tao Te Ching he had read in another memory. This intuition was without any basis, just as he inexplicably thought there was something wrong with his brain the first time he saw it.
"What are you?" Chen Jing asked silently, suffocating.
Who can answer him? This is his innermost thought! It's the question he silently ponders.
Then he heard a voice, a voice from within himself.
"Knowledge and power."
Then, an even deeper, more somber darkness dragged him down.
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