In the past, all philosophies were explaining the world, but the problem was to transform the world.
But I can't change the world, nor can I explain it.
I can only go crazy and make up the world.
The thoughts of a lonely, mentally ill person who longs for recognition.
The fringe people who wander around the edge of the cube, the dreamers who confuse illusion and reality, the god-killers who try to break the cycle of reincarnation and pursue the origin, the peerless beauty who pursues universal and eternal absolute beauty and love, the most pious elf of the peerless beauty, etc. Countless people interweave an aimless, childlike, imaginative, gorgeous adventure in the world creator.
