I just finished reading "Sapiens" again, and I laughed. Human religion and social hierarchy were actually fabricated by the first Homo sapiens through made-up stories, and these stories have persisted to this day.

I only realized that apart from air, sunlight, food, and water, everything else in this world is essentially constructed fiction.

If anyone asks me today, I will tell them without hesitation that life has no inherent meaning. This isn't pessimism; it's a fact. Life is impermanent, and existence is just one contradiction after another. One contradiction stacks upon another; even if you resolve one, another will emerge. You can never finish solving them before your eyes close for the last time.

We will all eventually die. No matter how advanced medical technology becomes or how much wealth one accumulates, Qin Shi Huang still went underground to command his armies.

After all, it was never the scriptures that led people to Buddhahood, but the journey of seeking them. While everyone fights for a seat at the imperial court, only Xu Xiake chose to walk into the vast landscapes of ten thousand miles. So-called century-long fame, eternal hegemony, and lasting legacy cannot compare to living one's life in one's own preferred way. That is all there is to it.