No Return Due to Wind and Snow

Mo Qiuran is a person who does not think of himself as a human being. He couldn't figure out why this mass of matter constructed "I". There are two memories flowing in his body, both signed with the same name, both imprinted with the same truth. He couldn't tell which part was the borrowed soul and which part was the original root. Looking at myself in the mirror, the shadows in the mirror overlap, and they become three people. A pair of skins warms two souls. It is difficult to tell whether Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly or whether a butterfly dreamed of his body. So he became crazy. If a person is just a coherent story pieced together from one memory after another, then who should we identify with this fragmented scroll with missing chapters and words? I forget myself, I am not myself, I am the past me? Or me tomorrow? There is chaos inside me. Looking around, I see this bright and orderly world. Where can I find proof that my existence is neither false nor false? This story has long since lost its color of grudges and hatred. He is just a soulless spirit, walking alone on the boundary between reality and illusion, walking alone. Prove whether this life is a solid fact or just a too-real dream that we collectively tell ourselves.