At three o'clock in the afternoon, the smell of disinfectant in the corridor was particularly pungent. I sat in the psychiatric waiting area and looked at the scrawny old man. He murmured to himself that "a copper bell sprouted in his stomach" and "fished for clouds with a clothes pole". At first I thought it was the ravings of Alzheimer's disease, until I understood the logic behind those words - it was not chaos, but "truth" forcibly distorted by the rules of a higher dimension. In this world, some secrets touch the edge of "the way of heaven". They cannot be clearly expressed and can only become nonsense in people's mouths. This essay is dedicated to those souls who try to convey forbidden information but are interrupted by reality. The noise in their mouths may be the most authentic echo in the world.
Purpose: To explore the powerlessness of language in expressing ultimate truth, as well as human beings' awe and curiosity about unknown rules and taboo knowledge.