You Have to Ask to Know the Truth. Only I Know the Words.

I can't tell you exactly how many things I know. There are many skills that I couldn't remember myself. When others asked, I suddenly realized that I actually knew this. Most of them are fond of the new and hate the old. They always like to be exposed to new things. They have accumulated a bunch of various skills here and there, some are proficient in them, and some are just dabbled in. In addition, I also have a set of private words that are unique to me. These words are not for external communication, they only serve my own emotions and thoughts, and few others in the world can understand them. This book records my messy and true self: the skills that need to be asked to emerge, and the self-created language that only exists in my spiritual world. There is no grand truth, just an inward self-sorting.