"In the first few years, when I closed my eyes, I saw them dying in front of me. I thought I came from hell to find answers." He stood under the bright moonlight and looked at me like that. There was no sadness in his eyes, only helplessness and pain.
I suddenly didn't know how to speak. Do I want to tell him that there is no hell at all and that the inevitable death is the truth?
We have gone all the way to today and experienced everything that is as psychedelic as a dream. Is the end of the dream just a cold water flow?
Intention: Is the truth more important or the pursuit of the truth more important?