Vol 2 Chapter 6 (1/2)

The Uncle and the Void of the Dreamland

Just now I felt a slight chill, but I don’t know where it came from. It might’ve come from my back, but it also might’ve come from my hands and feet.

It’s just like when you’re taking a test and you read answer A, and then you read answer B and they both seem right. But I couldn’t remember the information in the textbook. The more you read, the more you get caught up in it, until you enter an irresolvable situation. It was like I was experiencing a déjà vu now.

In that situation, I probably would be like, “Whelp, that’s as good as this one” and choose one. Afterwards, I would comfort myself saying that that was the common sense thing to do.

Thus, for me, I decided to say that I felt the chill from my back.

But even if it was like that, I could not turn around to take a look, to see where the chill was coming from. Or I should say that I could turn my body, but that would be my imagination producing that sensation.

So it’s useless.

In order for people to be able to determine their position and direction, they need to have a reference point.

They can describe their location with coordinates in two dimensions or in three dimensions. However, they need a reference system. Moreover, we scarcely use coordinates to describe our position in three dimensions.

This person is next to that object, and is facing that direction.

That is how things are described, and how I view myself.

But doing that is not suited for my current situation.

Right now, I am wherever I think, facing whatever direction I think I am, so I can produce whatever feeling I think of. But that feeling does not represent reality.

Even if there are nerve impulses, it’s only a false construction made by the brain.

Maybe my body is fixed somewhere, or maybe I don’t have a body and am just a brain.

These are things I have no way of knowing.

So, I can only guess what I believe to be the closest answer.

And that is that I am not the only person waiting to be reincarnated here.

There is probably some person floating in this sea of consciousness, just like me. They are pondering on the origin of this sea, waiting for the end, waiting to be born anew. And then in this huge sea, we have temporarily crossed paths.

According to membrane theory, the big bang occurred because two parallel universes came into contact with each other.

But when he and I crossed paths, I felt that burst of cold.

If my theory is correct, then I can say that my consciousness is really small, so the chances of us coming into contact are very low.

Next time, I will pay attention to this.

That chill was a sudden feeling. If I recall correctly, it wasn’t a sensation of “cold I produced”, but “something that made me feel cold.”

Thus, the opposite party’s temperature must be lower than mine. But does a consciousness have a temperature?

Just as I thought over this, I heard a voice.