I saw the huge black bare six-legged wild dog prey on the weird rhinoceros with the head like a hammerhead shark, the fine mosquitoes flying through the forest, and the fog and water droplets lingering on the wetlands and swamps. ——All this surrounded me, pushed me, and squeezed my whole person into the air.. At this time, I saw the huge mining machine, and saw the army of armed iron eagles and two-legged manned fighters gathering. , Saw that the paralyzed child with only a pair of thin legs that could not move turned into a tall blue leopard, running barefoot on the wet and slimy mud...In the blink of an eye, he ran in the dense forest, On the branches of the huge tree of life, between rocks and cliffs, I saw him also running in the tunnel of dreams, so fast, and back and forth so frequently, I saw his expression in the video diary: despair, loss and Contradiction, change can be described by such words as being exhausted, feeling lost, hesitating and struggling, love-hate being lost, etc.. In the dark, a six-foot-long soft box connects two completely different universes. Passage-This road is a balance, it was completely on the side of "my race" at first. This child named Jack became a fighter in a big dream. During the long training process, the video diary worked hard to march towards three-digit numbers: He began to gradually fail to distinguish which side was the dream and which side was the real one. .. Until that night, in the singing and whispering place of our ancestors’ souls, a destined intercourse, and the determination to protect the loved ones, Jack reversed the path of the balance in his heart and resolutely walked towards "them"-race and race What is the difference between the classes? Humans want to persuade "them" for the sake of expensive mineral resources, hypocritical benevolence, moral supreme attitude, hypocritical promises, in the end they are all going to war, blood, and sacrifice: under the ritual of a witch, Grace listens to the dying Here comes the chant from Pandora's wandering souls-those souls are all the same! Whether it’s "my race", or "them", or me, or you...no matter what kind of body you choose, you speak different languages because of Babel, and you hold different tools for killing or building in your hands. ——In any case, if you stand in one place, you can hear that the singing of the wandering soul is the same!
I closed my eyes again, I seem to hear Marley singing that sad song, I remember the lyrics are vaguely: babylon system is the vampire, suckin' the children day by day...I heard that The sentence we refuse to be what you wanted us to be. At this moment, I opened my eyes and saw the dead roots of the tree of life destroyed by burning bombs and various missiles, and the bodies of "theirs" crushed by the huge trunk that fell down.. I live for myself. And I feel ashamed, because I see the stupid greed of human beings, and the sparks of self-smile oozes thick ugliness like gray and black smoke. I see it too real.. I really want to stay away. The terrible world created by Cameron’s God: religious wars, nautical plunder, colonial killings... The powerful people in history abused the use of force to dominate the exchanges, which time has not caused a great tragedy? The future is no longer the divergence and estrangement between city-states and city-states, oceans and continents. The prophecies of historical determinism cross the planet and are not as poor as Pope believes-but even though "they" are similar The Aztecs (I just think of the Eagle Warriors, Panther Warriors and the Temple of the Sun: Aztecs have no cavalry, Cameron is obviously mixed with other races, such as Native Indian cavalry.) Hunting, cavalry By means and psychic rituals, although "my race" like Spanish predators came for gold-like expensive minerals, admirals and generals commanded similar firearms and warships: this time history is no longer a cycle of rebirth. A tragic and vigorous one. The creator Cameron chose to be kind and cruel, although mainstream, but not vulgar—nature is no longer silent, and the mother of the earth no longer silently sheds tears in the blood of her children. The land of our ancestors will finally appease Pandora’s wandering souls, the predators will eventually be expelled, and the souls who are so pure as to have been washed by the tears of God are selected through repeated trials and destined to choose a place to abandon their dreams and open their eyes. It is guided by the heart of love and fraternity: I seem to hear the silent words in the beloved kiss that transcends the boundaries of the flesh. I have repeated it many times before and after: "My will is determined, and I will never move forward."
Then my eyes opened: Yes, you are me! You are us, the future is now, and the distance tens of thousands of light-years away is in front of you, and everything is one, and what belongs to is the common soul of the entire universe.
"This is the best way to end it." When I thought about it, there were densely packed texts and a flying viewing angle walking in front of my eyes, lights gradually lit up around me, and thunderous applause ended my trance. I took off my glasses, raised my hands, and offered my highest tribute to a god named Cameron-in addition to a recreated universe, I also saw the arrival of a new era like a dream Sign of.
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