I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 639 Perception and Inner

Mo Ling finally had no choice but to return to the original eyeball.

Like it said, it was already relatively "normal" among its race.

"Are all of you like this?"

"Usually yes, and usually no."

"..."

"If you see too many flowers, you will start to doubt. If you have only seen red flowers, you will think that flowers are red. But after seeing blue flowers, you will start to think, are flowers red or blue? After seeing more flowers, your thoughts will become more and more complicated, and your doubts will increase. You will think that everything is full of uncertainty."

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

Bubble Eyeball's words seemed full of helplessness, yet very calm.

It is well aware of the limitations of its own race, but does not consider these to be shortcomings.

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

"If you want to find yourself, you might as well try to abandon yourself first."

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

After being bombarded with riddles from other eyeballs, Mo Ling's thoughts were no longer so confused when he heard these words.

He listened to Eyeball's words quietly and calmed himself down.

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

Now, the vision is gone.

Mo Ling's thoughts instantly calmed down a lot.

The wind around him blew slowly, caressing his huge, squirming body. These condensed scent molecules seemed to be able to feel the baptism of the breeze. The sky above Tianjin Mountain was filled with water vapor, and it was icy and cool...

"The sense of touch doesn't seem to be so necessary."

Mo Ling's sense of touch gradually disappeared, his body became numb, and no matter how beautiful the environment was, it would affect his thinking.

Whether it was cold water vapor or warm sunshine, it didn't matter...

Next, it’s hearing.

Tianjin Mountain is a little too noisy. The activity brings vibration, and the vibration makes Tianjin Mountain extremely noisy. Even if you are high in the sky, you can hear the rustling sounds below.

Branches are breaking, soil is loosening, streams are flowing, creatures are fighting...

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

"Vibration, it's so messy."

Sometimes being lively is not a good thing. At least for Mo Ling now, it is just an endless distraction.

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

Finally, only the sense of smell remains.

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 at all. Mo Ling could have used them to cover up all the smells and deceive 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 cannot be used to cover up other smells..."

The unknown also needs to be felt. Although the unknown itself has no meaning, perception is meaningful. Since we want to "abandon ourselves", we must of course abandon our perception as well.

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

Now, Mo Ling was completely plunged into silent darkness.

There is no light, no sound, no smell, and no sense of touch. Everything around is "empty".

Abandoning all perceptions, only the existence of self remains.

But without perception, can we still prove the existence of the self?

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's only consciousness was thinking.

He thought about many things, wondering who he was and how to prove his existence, but to no avail.

In this case, existence cannot be proven.

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

Mo Ling was very conflicted. Without perception, he could not feel himself. Wanting to find the "other side of the light" or the "real self" was just nonsense.

From the moment of birth, living things first have the perception of the outside world, and then they prove their own existence through the existence of the outside world.

"An individual who can perceive the outside world."

“An individual who is able to interact with the outside world.”

"The wind blows through my fingertips, the sound echoes in my ears, the fragrance of flowers enters my nose, and the beautiful scenery flashes before my eyes. Under constant stimulation, this 'individual' that can interact with the outside world gradually becomes 'me'."

Thoughts are just rootless duckweed. There are no magical creatures in nature that can say "I think, therefore I am". This "I" is nothing more than the fluctuation of consciousness produced by perceptual stimulation, which helps creatures better distinguish between "outside" and "inside".

Without the "outside" brought by perception, there is no need for the "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 mind was becoming increasingly dull.

“The self is disappearing.”

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

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

"Is this an illusion? I have lost my senses, but I can still feel them."

"Did 'I' feel it? Or did something else feel it and pass the information on to me?"

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

"I really want to see myself..."

"It would be nice to have a mirror."

"I can see who I am and whether I exist."

As Mo Ling thought about it, he "caught" the odor molecules in the illusion.

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

Immediately afterwards, the group of molecules suddenly appeared in Mo Ling's "thought" which was like rootless duckweed.

However, this was not the end. The stubborn odor molecules actually collapsed rapidly as Mo Ling imagined, until they turned into -

a mirror.

"what?"

Mo Ling was completely confused.

"what did I do?"

"..."

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

(End of this chapter)