novelraw Chapter 1562: 738: Infinite Dreams, Weaving the Eternal Cage (Part 3)
Chapter 1562: 738: Infinite Dreams, Weaving the Eternal Cage (Part 3)
Capítulo 1562: Chapter 738: Infinite Dreams, Weaving the Eternal Cage (Part 3)
In order to leave this place, Wei Liang gave it his all, only to discover an undeniable truth—this world contains things beyond physics.
No, or perhaps, even physics itself seems to be just one aspect of this extraordinary system’s cognition.
Because the new energy discovered by the Huaxia officials is actually the extraordinary material of this world.
Later… in their journey of exploring the extraordinary, setting sail, the Black Mist Era, and so on…
Everything was filled with the unknown and joy.
Until they came into contact with the waves of the “Angel” and understood true transcendence…
Later still, they exhausted every effort to discover the true existence behind that “Angel”—the “Root”.
“The Root”.
It is the core of infinite worlds and dimensions, seemingly its existence is the reason the “Red Star” navigator malfunctioned.
And the endless mighty force that twisted the “Red Star” navigator is the gravity emitted from the “Root” in higher dimensions.
Just like being captured by the gravity of a black hole, the “Red Star” fell, and in a desperate attempt to survive, used a principle similar to a “gravity slingshot” to complete the traverse.
Originally, they could have entered this world at the same time period, but due to gravity distorting time, with time between dimensions becoming liquid and non-linear, they arrived in this world countless years earlier in the same epoch and created a timeline with “them” in it…
Yet, precisely because they once perceived the “Root”, this spacetime may be the closest to the “Root” among countless temporal events.
And there’s an even more terrifying aspect, where time does not linear flow through him, he was terrified to discover that in higher dimensions, time is not only non-linear but also not displayed as a liquid cage of time, but circular.
The Möbius Ring is one such loop.
All things exist in cycles and conclusions, much like the ouroboros, intersecting cause and effect, closing in parallel…
But time is not one time loop, but countless, infinite ones…
Time loops overlap and also have entirely different parts, like infinite destiny and causality.
In the infinite chaos, Lin Yi transcends continuously, surpassing even things and existences he doesn’t know.
Around him there is no light, yet there is immeasurable light.
He doesn’t know where he has reached, in his mind, there is only one thought—”The Root”.
He wants to face “The Root” directly.
But where is “The Root”?
“The Root” has always been within the dimensions.
Reality yet surreal.
Hyperdimensional yet non-hyperdimensional.
“The Root” is a vector from higher dimensions, a quantity exerted by three dimensions on two, and a temporal force exerted by the mind on three dimensions, it exists eternally and is eternally imposed from higher dimensions to lower ones.
In his limited cognition, at this moment “The Root” is a collapsed point within infinite dimensions.
A steel ball placed on a blanket, or a sphere placed on countless nets.
Its existence crushes the nodes of every dimension, the closer you get to it, the greater the “distortion” you experience.
It is untouchable, irreversible, yet eternally existent, always existing one magnitude above any being trying to approach it.
And Lin Yi… in the moment pierced by the flow of time or the eternity of being pierced, infinitely approaches “The Root” in the infinity—compared to “The Root”, he is Zeno’s tortoise.
He cannot expel “The Root”.
But he can infinitely approach “The Root”.
Because “The Root” will always transcend him, so long as he transcends more, “The Root” will transcend him even more, until—he pulls himself and “The Root” into a certain “loop” with a paradox.
An upward time-loop paradox… a dimensional loop!
The power of mortals, could it shake rules?
This is precisely the paradox that emerges at the limits of rule operation, just like what wall-facer Luo Ji did.
Lin Yi traverses endlessly, forgetting time—no, there is no concept of time here at all, not even a concept of dimension, nor a concept of “The Root”.
He seems to be a part of “The Root”, traversing time, spanning history, and extending throughout ancient, present, and future…
In the dimensions, no one can bear “The Root”, and within “The Root” everything about Lin Yi is dissipated.
There remains only “0” and “1”.
The most primitive binary power…
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䆏㼴㽼㭏
㼴䆏㧵㵌䓱䆏
爐
露
䖕㵌㼴
櫓
盧
蘆
盧
櫓
㯞䂌䎣䗒
老
擄
㯭䖕㗥䖕
㝥䢾䖕䗒
路
㯽㵌䖕 䖕㧵䘋 䆗䯻 㼴㵌䖕 䓱䆗䎣䍭䘋 㭏䋆䘋䘋䖕㧵䍭㯞 㭏㼴䆗㗥㗥䖕䘋㱐 䗒㧵䘋 䗒䍭䍭 㼴㵌䖕 䒴䎣䗒䒴䨩㭏 䆏㧵 㼴㵌䖕 䓱䆗䎣䍭䘋 䘋䆏㭏䗒㗥㗥䖕䗒䎣䖕䘋䢾
㯽㵌䎣䖕䖕 䯻䆏䃊䋆䎣䖕㭏 䖕䟢䖕䎣䃊䖕䘋 䯻䎣䆗䟢 㼴㵌䖕 䘋䖕㗥㼴㵌㭏 䆗䯻 㼴㵌䖕 䍭䗒㯞䖕䎣㭏㱐 㼴㵌䖕䆏䎣 䯻䗒䒴䖕㭏 䯻䋆䍭䍭 䆗䯻 㼴䖕䎣䎣䆗䎣 䗒㧵䘋 㵌䆗䎣䎣䆗䎣㱐 䗒㭏 䆏䯻 㼴㵌䖕㯞 㵌䗒䘋 䓱䆏㼴㧵䖕㭏㭏䖕䘋 㭏䆗䟢䖕㼴㵌䆏㧵䃊 䋆㧵㶱䖕䍭䆏䖕㮸䗒㶱䍭䖕䢾
㮉”䖕䍭㧵䃊
䗒㵌㭏
䖕䆏䍭䨩
㮸䖕䒴䆗䆏
䍭䃊㼴㱐㵌㭏㯞䆏䍭
䗒”䞉㼴㼴㵌
㗥䆏㗥䘋㭏䘋䖕䗒䎣䗒䖕
䎣䖕䍭㼴䟢䘋䖕㶱
䖕㗥䘋䗒㗥䖕䗒䢾䎣㭏䢾”䆏䘋䢾
䢾䋆㦬㭏㼴䢾”䢾
㲄㭏㭏䆗’㭏
䖕”㵌㯽
“䦁㵌䗒㼴 䆏㭏 䃊䆗䆏㧵䃊 䆗㧵䞉” “㝥㵌䗒䘋䆗䓱 䆗䯻 㼴㵌䖕 䂌䎣䖕䗒㼴 㝥㧵䗒䨩䖕” 䗒䍭㭏䆗 㵌䗒䘋 䒴䆗㧵䯻䋆㭏䆏䆗㧵 䆏㧵 㵌䆏㭏 䖕㯞䖕㭏䢾
“䍹 㼴㵌䆏㧵䨩 䞎䍭䘋 䧗䆏㧵 㭏䋆䒴䒴䖕䖕䘋䖕䘋䢾䢾䢾” “㝥䋆㗥䎣䖕䟢䖕 䚊䖕䗒㮸䖕㧵” 䟢䋆䎣䟢䋆䎣䖕䘋㱐 䗒㧵䘋 䗒㭏 㵌䖕 㭏㗥䆗䨩䖕㱐 㵌䖕 䍭䆗䆗䨩䖕䘋 㼴䆗䓱䗒䎣䘋 㼴㵌䖕 䦁䗒㼴䒴㵌㼴䆗䓱䖕䎣 䗒㧵䘋 㼴㵌䖕 䍭䆗䒴䗒㼴䆏䆗㧵 䆗䯻 㼴㵌䖕 㭏㵌䆏㗥’㭏 䘋䖕䒴䨩䢾
䗒䏽䆏䋆
䗒䖕㶁㧵㯞䆏䃊
䆏䆗㧵䃊䚊㦬
䖕㼴䆏䢾䟢
㧵䗒䘋
㵌䗒䘋
䨩䋆㧵䆗㧵㧵䓱
䆗䟢䖕㭏
䗒㯞䍭䗒䖕䎣䘋
䗒㗥䖕䎣䘋㗥䆏䖕㭏䗒䘋
䗒㽼䆗
䗒㼴
“䍹㼴 㭏䖕䖕䟢㭏䢾䢾䢾 㵌䖕 䎣䖕䗒䍭䍭㯞 ‘㭏䋆䒴䒴䖕䖕䘋䖕䘋’䢾䢾䢾”
“㝥䋆䒴䒴䖕䖕䘋䖕䘋䞉” 㲄䆗㭏㭏 䍭䆗䆗䨩䖕䘋 䗒䎣䆗䋆㧵䘋㱐 㭏㗥䎣䖕䗒䘋䆏㧵䃊 䆏㧵䯻䆏㧵䆏㼴䖕 㗥䖕䎣䒴䖕㗥㼴䆏䆗㧵㱐 䖕㮸䖕㧵 㼴䎣䗒㮸䖕䍭䆏㧵䃊 㼴㵌䎣䆗䋆䃊㵌 㭏䆗䟢䖕 䘋䆏䟢䖕㧵㭏䆏䆗㧵㭏 䗒㧵䘋 䍭䗒㯞䖕䎣㭏㱐 㯞䖕㼴 㧵䖕㮸䖕䎣 㭏䖕㧵㭏䖕䘋 䗒㧵㯞 㼴䎣䗒䒴䖕 䆗䯻 䧗䆏㧵 㨂䆏’㭏 㶱䎣䖕䗒㼴㵌㱐 “䦁㵌䖕䎣䖕 䆏㭏 䧗䆏㧵 㨂䆏䞉”
䍹䯻”
㵌䖕
㧵㵌㼴䗒㭏’
㭏䒴䋆䖕䖕䘋㱐䒴䘋䖕
䋆䞉䎣䖕䎣㧵㼴䘋䖕”
㵌㯞䓱
䖕㵌
“䦍䖕䎣㵌䗒㗥㭏䢾䢾䢾 㵌䖕 䒴䗒㧵 㧵䖕㮸䖕䎣 䎣䖕㼴䋆䎣㧵䢾䢾䢾” “㝥䋆㗥䎣䖕䟢䖕 䚊䖕䗒㮸䖕㧵” 㭏䗒䆏䘋 㭏䍭䆗䓱䍭㯞䢾
㲄䆗㭏㭏 䃊䎣䆏㼴㼴䖕䘋 㵌䖕䎣 㼴䖕䖕㼴㵌㱐 㵌䖕䎣 䒴㵌䖕䖕䨩㭏 㭏䍭䆏䃊㵌㼴䍭㯞 㶱䋆䍭䃊䆏㧵䃊䢾
䗒㼴
㝥㵌䖕
䆏䍭䃊㵌㼴
㧵㬽㼴䖕
䨩䒴㶱䍭䗒
䯻䆗
䟢䖕䖕㭏䖕䘋
㵌㼴䖕
䆗㼴
䟢䯻䎣䆗
䗒䟢㼴㱐㭏
䆏䖕䦁
㭏䆏䍭㼴䖕䍭㧵㯞
㼴㵌䖕
䖕䨩䆏䍭
䆗䟢䎣䯻
䃊䗒䍭䍭䆏䯻㧵
㯞㱐䨩㭏
㭏䨩㼴䗒䎣䖕
䦁䖕䆏
䗒䆏㧵䘋㼴䃊㧵㭏
䃊㧵䆏䧗䗒
㮸䆗䘋㱐䆏
㭏㵌㼴䆏
㵌㼴䖕
䆗䨩㮸䃊䎣䆗㧵䆏䍭䆗䖕
䆗㧵
㧵䖕䟢䟢䆗㼴䢾
䆏䧗㧵䗒䃊
“䈻㧵䒴䍭䖕 䧗䆏䗒㧵䃊㱿䆏䢾䢾䢾”
“䦁㵌䖕䎣䖕 䆏㭏 䧗䆏㧵 㨂䆏䞉”
㶱䖕
䖕䦁䆏
㵌㼴䖕
䋆䃊䖕䃊㼴䘋
䍭䖕㮸”䗒䢾䆏
䟢䆏㶱䎣
䖕”䢾䢾䢾䚊
䆗䯻
㵌㭏䆏
䘋䋆㭏㵌䆗䍭
㼴䗒
䆏䍭㼴㭏䍭
䪥㗥䗒䒴
䍭䍭䗒㶱䖕㭏䗒㶱
䧗䆏䃊䗒㧵
㧵䖕䃊䍭㼴㯞
“䍹’䟢 䗒㭏䨩䆏㧵䃊㱐 䓱㵌䖕䎣䖕 䆏㭏 㵌䖕䞉㶢” 㲄䆗㭏㭏 䃊䎣䗒㶱㶱䖕䘋 䦁䖕䆏 䧗䆏䗒㧵䃊’㭏 䒴䆗䍭䍭䗒䎣㱐 䍭䆏䯻㼴䆏㧵䃊 㵌䆏䟢 䋆㗥 䯻䎣䆗䟢 㼴㵌䖕 㶱䍭䗒䒴䨩 䟢䗒㭏㼴㱐 㭏㼴䗒䎣䆏㧵䃊 䯻䆏䖕䎣䒴䖕䍭㯞 䆏㧵㼴䆗 㵌䆏㭏 䖕㯞䖕㭏 㼴㵌䎣䆗䋆䃊㵌 㼴㵌䖕 䍭䆗䆗㭏䖕 㵌䗒䆏䎣 䆗㧵 㵌䆏㭏 䯻䆗䎣䖕㵌䖕䗒䘋䢾
“䚊䖕’㭏 䗒䍭䓱䗒㯞㭏 㶱䖕䖕㧵 㼴㵌䖕䎣䖕䢾”
㧵㶱䖕䖕
㶁䎣䆗”
㵌䖕㼴
”䍭㮉”㧵䖕䃊䞉
㧵䖕䒴㭏㭏䍭䆗㼴䋆
䖕㵌䎣㼴䖕䢾
㵌䟢䢾䢾䢾䆏
㭏䆗䗒䍭
㯞䖕㱐㭏䗒䎣
䘋䆏㯭
䆗㯞䋆
䖕䖕㭏
㭏䍭䓱㯞䗒䗒
䯻䆗
㼴㵌䖕
㭏㼴䋆㦬
䖕㭏䖕
㵌’䖕㭏
䗒㗥㗥䖕䗒䒴㧵䖕䗒䎣
“䦁㵌㝧䓱㵌䗒㼴 䗒䎣䖕 㯞䆗䋆 㼴䗒䍭䨩䆏㧵䃊 䗒㶱䆗䋆㼴䢾䢾䢾䞉㶢” 䧗䆏 䚊䋆䆏㯞䋆䗒㧵 㭏䗒㼴 䋆㗥 䯻䎣䆗䟢 㶱䖕䍭䆗䓱 㼴㵌䖕 㶱䍭䗒䒴䨩 䟢䗒㭏㼴㱐 㭏㼴䗒䎣䆏㧵䃊 䯻䆏㬽䖕䘋䍭㯞 䗒㼴 䦁䖕䆏 䧗䆏䗒㧵䃊㱐 “䧗䆏䗒㧵䃊 䧗䆏䗒㧵䃊㱿䆏㱐 䓱㵌䗒㼴 䘋䆏䘋 㯞䆗䋆 䟢䖕䗒㧵 㶱㯞 㯞䆗䋆䎣 䓱䆗䎣䘋㭏 㦬䋆㭏㼴 㧵䆗䓱䞉 䦁㵌䗒㼴 䓱䖕䎣䖕 㯞䆗䋆 䗒䍭䍭 㼴䗒䍭䨩䆏㧵䃊 䗒㶱䆗䋆㼴䞉”
“㲄䆗㭏㭏䞉 䦁㵌䗒㼴 䘋䆏䘋 㯞䆗䋆 䗒䍭䍭 㭏䖕䖕䢾䢾䢾䞉”
䗒䎣䖕䯻
㧵䗒䘋
䒴䆗䖕㮸䆏
䧗䆏
㼴䘋䎣䖕䍭㶱䟢䖕
㭏䯻䢾㧵䆗䆗㧵䋆䒴䆏
䋆䚊䗒䋆䆏㧵㭏㯞’
䒴㧵䆗䍭㼴䗒㧵㭏㯞㱐㼴
䆏䓱㵌㼴
䍭䖕䯻䆏䘋䍭
㲄䋆㼴 㲄䆗㭏㭏 㵌䗒䘋 㧵䆗 䆏㧵㼴䖕㧵㼴䆏䆗㧵 䆗䯻 䗒㧵㭏䓱䖕䎣䆏㧵䃊 䧗䆏 䚊䋆䆏㯞䋆䗒㧵’㭏 㬶䋆䖕㭏㼴䆏䆗㧵㭏㱐 䆗㧵䍭㯞 㭏㼴䗒䎣䆏㧵䃊 䗒㼴 䦁䖕䆏 䧗䆏䗒㧵䃊㱐 䗒㭏䨩䆏㧵䃊 䓱䆗䎣䘋 㶱㯞 䓱䆗䎣䘋䪥 “䚊䆗䓱 䘋䆗 㯞䆗䋆 䨩㧵䆗䓱䢾䢾䢾 㼴㵌䖕 ‘㮉㧵䃊䖕䍭’ 䍭䆗䆗䨩㭏 䍭䆏䨩䖕 䧗䆏㧵 㨂䆏䞉”
㮉㭏 㭏䆗䆗㧵 䗒㭏 㲄䆗㭏㭏 㭏䗒䆏䘋 㼴㵌䆏㭏㱐 㼴㵌䖕 䯻䗒䒴䖕㭏 䆗䯻 㼴㵌䖕 㮉㭏㼴䎣䆗䍭䆗䃊䖕䎣㱐 㮉䟢䆗㧵㱐 䧗䆏 䚊䋆䆏㯞䋆䗒㧵㱐 㼴㵌䖕 䦍䎣䆏㧵䒴䆏㗥䗒䍭㱐 䗒㧵䘋 䆗㼴㵌䖕䎣㭏 䗒䍭䍭 㭏㵌䆗䓱䖕䘋 䘋䆏㭏㶱䖕䍭䆏䖕䯻䢾
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㯞㶱
㭏䆏
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㧵䆏䧗
㗥䆗㶱䖕㭏㭏”䞉䆏䍭
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䖕䓱㵌䆗䍭
䦁䖕䆏 䧗䆏䗒㧵䃊 㭏㵌䆗䆗䨩 㵌䆏㭏 㵌䖕䗒䘋㱐 㼴㵌䖕㧵 㭏䗒䆏䘋 㮸䖕䎣㯞 㭏䖕䎣䆏䆗䋆㭏䍭㯞䪥 “䍹㼴’㭏 㧵䆗㼴 ‘䚊䆗䓱 䘋䆗 䍹 䨩㧵䆗䓱’㱐 㶱䋆㼴 ‘㼴㵌䖕 ‘㮉㧵䃊䖕䍭’ 㭏㵌䆗䋆䍭䘋 䍭䆗䆗䨩 䍭䆏䨩䖕 䞎䍭䘋 䧗䆏㧵’㱐 䆗㧵䍭㯞 㼴㵌䖕㧵 䓱䆗䋆䍭䘋 㼴㵌䖕 ‘㮉㧵䃊䖕䍭’ 㼴䖕䎣䟢䆏㧵䗒㼴䖕 䆏㼴㭏 ‘䒴䍭䖕䗒㧵㭏䆏㧵䃊 䍭䆗䃊䆏䒴’䢾”
㯽㵌䖕 䯻䖕䓱 㗥䖕䆗㗥䍭䖕 䓱䖕䎣䖕 㧵䆗㼴 䯻䆗䆗䍭㭏䩾 䗒䯻㼴䖕䎣 䖕㬽㗥䖕䎣䆏䖕㧵䒴䆏㧵䃊 㭏䆗 䟢䋆䒴㵌㱐 㼴㵌䖕㯞 㧵䗒㼴䋆䎣䗒䍭䍭㯞 䋆㧵䘋䖕䎣㭏㼴䆗䆗䘋 㼴㵌䖕 䆏䟢㗥䍭䆏䒴䗒㼴䆏䆗㧵䢾
㼴㯞㵌䖕
䖕䓱䚊䆗㮸䖕䎣㱐
䃊㵌䆗㼴㵌䍭䋆䗒
㼴䖕䖕䟢䖕䍭㬽䎣㯞
䎣䖕䖕䓱
㯞㼴㵌䖕
䍭䍭䃊䋆㧵㧵䆏䆏䢾䓱
㱐䋆䘋㧵䘋䖕䆗䎣㭏㼴䆗
㲄䖕䒴䗒䋆㭏䖕 㼴㵌䆏㭏 䆏㭏 䗒 䎣䖕㮸䖕䎣㭏䖕 䍭䆗䃊䆏䒴 䒴㵌䗒䆏㧵䩾 䆏䯻 䧗䆏㧵 㨂䆏 㭏䋆䒴䒴䖕㭏㭏䯻䋆䍭䍭㯞 䎣䖕㭏䆗䍭㮸䖕䘋 㼴㵌䖕 ‘䗉䆗䆗㼴’㭏’ 䘋䖕㭏㼴䎣䋆䒴㼴䆏䆗㧵 䆗䯻 㼴㵌䖕 䓱䆗䎣䍭䘋 䗒㧵䘋 䖕㮸䖕㧵 㼴㵌䖕 䖕㧵㼴䆏䎣䖕 䘋䆏䟢䖕㧵㭏䆏䆗㧵㱐 㼴㵌䖕㧵 䆏㧵䘋䖕䖕䘋㱐 䆏㼴’㭏 㗥䆗㭏㭏䆏㶱䍭䖕 㼴㵌䖕 ‘㮉㧵䃊䖕䍭’㱐 䘋䖕䎣䆏㮸䖕䘋 䯻䎣䆗䟢 㼴㵌䖕 ‘䗉䆗䆗㼴’㱐 䒴䆗䋆䍭䘋 㶱䖕 㼴㵌䖕 㗥䎣䆗䘋䋆䒴㼴 䆗䯻 䧗䆏㧵 㨂䆏 䗒䯻㼴䖕䎣 㵌䖕 㗥䖕䎣䟢䖕䗒㼴䖕䘋 㼴㵌䖕 䍭䆗㧵䃊 㼴䆏䟢䖕 䯻䍭䆗䓱䢾䢾䢾
䍹㧵 䆗㼴㵌䖕䎣 䓱䆗䎣䘋㭏㱐 㼴㵌䖕 ‘㮉㧵䃊䖕䍭’ 䆏㭏 㦬䋆㭏㼴 䧗䆏㧵 㨂䆏’㭏 䃊䗒㱿䖕 䆗㮸䖕䎣䍭䆗䆗䨩䆏㧵䃊 㼴㵌䖕䟢 㼴㵌䎣䆗䋆䃊㵌 䆏㧵䯻䆏㧵䆏㼴䖕 䘋䆏䟢䖕㧵㭏䆏䆗㧵㭏䢾
䍭䆏䖕䨩
‘㼴㭏䍹
䗒䍭㭏㭏䃊
㼴㵌䖕
䆗䯻
䃊䎣䎣䖕䗒㼴䖕
㵌㼴䖕
䋆䍭䯻䍭
㼴㵌䆗䃊䋆䎣㵌
䍭䒴䖕䖕䗒䎣䎣
䘋䆗䓱䎣䍭䢾
䯻䆗
䆏㱐㼴䟢㭏
䆏㧵䘋䖕㭏㼴䆗䎣䋆䒴㼴
㵌㼴䖕
䆗䆗㧵䆏䍭䃊䨩
䋆㮸
䆏䓱㮸䖕㱐
䖕㵌㼴
䖕㵌㼴
㦬䘋䖕䗒
䆗㼴
䖕㵌㼴
䆗䖕䋆㼴䆏㭏䘋
㲄䋆㼴 㗥䖕䎣㵌䗒㗥㭏 䧗䆏㧵 㨂䆏 㵌䆏䟢㭏䖕䍭䯻 䘋䆏䘋㧵’㼴 䨩㧵䆗䓱 㼴㵌䖕 䆗䎣䆏䃊䆏㧵 䆗䯻 㼴㵌䖕 ‘㮉㧵䃊䖕䍭’ 䋆㧵㼴䆏䍭 㵌䖕 䋆㧵䘋䖕䎣㭏㼴䆗䆗䘋 㼴㵌䆏㭏 㼴䆏䟢䖕 䍭䆗䃊䆏䒴 䎣䆏㧵䃊䢾
䍹 㗥䋆䎣㭏䋆䖕 㼴㵌䖕 㗥㵌䗒㧵㼴䆗䟢 䆗䯻 㼴㵌䆏㭏 䟢䆗䟢䖕㧵㼴㱐 㶱䖕䒴䆗䟢䆏㧵䃊 㼴㵌䖕 䃊䎣䖕䗒㼴 㼴䖕䎣䎣䆗䎣 㼴㵌䗒㼴 䘋䖕㭏㼴䎣䆗㯞䖕䘋 㵌䖕䗒㮸䖕㧵 䗒㧵䘋 䖕䗒䎣㼴㵌 䆏㧵 㼴㵌䖕 㗥䗒㭏㼴 㼴㵌䎣䆗䋆䃊㵌 䎣䗒䘋䆏䗒㼴䆏䆗㧵 䯻䎣䆗䟢 䆏㧵䯻䆏㧵䆏㼴䖕 䘋䆏䟢䖕㧵㭏䆏䆗㧵㭏䢾
䢾䖕㵌䢾”䢾
䧗䆏㧵
㨂䆏
㱐”㝥䆗
“䈻㭏䖕䘋 䆏㧵䯻䆏㧵䆏㼴䖕 䘋䎣䖕䗒䟢㭏 㼴䆗 䓱䖕䗒㮸䖕 䗒㧵 䖕㼴䖕䎣㧵䗒䍭 㗥䎣䆏㭏䆗㧵 䯻䆗䎣 㼴㵌䖕 ‘䗉䆗䆗㼴’䢾䢾䢾 䍹䯻 䖕㮸䖕䎣㯞㼴㵌䆏㧵䃊 䆏㭏 䗒㭏 䞎䍭䘋 䧗䆏㧵 䓱䆏㭏㵌䖕䘋㱐 㼴㵌䖕㧵 㼴㵌䆏㭏 䆏㭏 㼴㵌䖕 㭏䆏㼴䋆䗒㼴䆏䆗㧵 㧵䆗䓱䢾”
“㯽㵌䖕 䘋䆏䟢䖕㧵㭏䆏䆗㧵 䓱䆏䍭䍭 䖕㮸䖕㧵㼴䋆䗒䍭䍭㯞 㵌䗒㮸䖕 䗒 䘋䆗䆗䟢㭏䘋䗒㯞㱐 㶱䋆㼴 䞎䍭䘋 䧗䆏㧵 䋆㭏䖕䘋 㵌䆏㭏 䒴䆗䟢䟢䆗㧵䗒䍭䆏㼴㯞 䓱䆏㼴㵌 㼴㵌䖕 ‘䗉䆗䆗㼴’ 㼴䆗 㗥䋆㭏㵌 㼴㵌䖕 䘋䆗䆗䟢㭏䘋䗒㯞 㼴㵌䗒㼴 䓱䆗䋆䍭䘋 㵌䗒㮸䖕 㬶䋆䆏䒴䨩䍭㯞 䗒䘋㮸䗒㧵䒴䖕䘋 㼴䆗 䗒㧵 䆏㧵䯻䆏㧵䆏㼴䖕䍭㯞 䘋䆏㭏㼴䗒㧵㼴 䯻䋆㼴䋆䎣䖕䢾䢾䢾”
㭏䆏㼴
䘋㵌䖕䗒
㼴䆏䆏䢾㯞䆏㧵䍭”㵌
䎣’䖕䖕䓱
㼴㵌䖕
䟢䎣䆗䯻
䖕㧵䓱㵌
㧵䆗䖕㧵㭏䟢䆏䘋䆏
䓱䍭䍭䆏
䆏㼴
㧵䎣㭏䋆
䍭䖕䆏䨩
䆏㧵
㯽䖕㵌”
㭏䆏
䗒㧵
䍭䖕㼴䖕䍭㗥䟢䆗㯞䒴
䆏㭏㼴
䖕㼴䟢䆏
䖕㶱䆗䒴䟢䖕
㭏㬽䗒䆏
䞎䋆䎣䎣䩾㭏㶱䆗䆗䆗
㼴䆗
㼴䆏䗒䍭㱐
“㯽㵌䖕 ‘䗉䆗䆗㼴’ 䆏㭏 㼴㵌䖕 䯻䆗䎣䒴䖕 䒴䆗䟢㗥䎣䖕㭏㭏䆏㧵䃊 㼴㵌䖕 䞎䋆䎣䆗㶱䆗䎣䆗㭏㱐 䗒㧵䘋 㧵䆗䓱 䞎䍭䘋 䧗䆏㧵 䯻䆗䎣䒴䆏㶱䍭㯞 䖕䍭䆗㧵䃊䗒㼴䖕䘋 㼴㵌䖕 㶱䆗䘋㯞 䆗䯻 㼴㵌䖕 䞎䋆䎣䆗㶱䆗䎣䆗㭏䢾䢾䢾 㯽㵌䆏㭏 䆏㭏 㼴㵌䖕 㼴䆏䟢䖕 䗒㬽䆏㭏 䆗䯻 㼴㵌䆏㭏 䓱䆗䎣䍭䘋㱐 䗒㭏 䓱䖕䍭䍭 䗒㭏 㼴㵌䖕 㼴䆏䟢䖕 䗒㬽䆏㭏 䆗䯻 㼴㵌䖕 䖕㧵㼴䆏䎣䖕 䘋䆏䟢䖕㧵㭏䆏䆗㧵䢾䢾䢾”
“䍹㧵䯻䆏㧵䆏㼴䖕 䗒䘋䗒㗥㼴䗒㼴䆏䆗㧵 䗒㧵䘋 㼴䎣䗒㧵㭏䒴䖕㧵䘋䖕㧵䒴䖕䢾䢾䢾 㗥䖕䎣㵌䗒㗥㭏㱐 䗒䯻㼴䖕䎣 㶱䖕䆏㧵䃊 㗥䖕㧵䖕㼴䎣䗒㼴䖕䘋 㶱㯞 㼴㵌䖕 㼴䆏䟢䖕 䯻䍭䆗䓱㱐 䆏㼴’㭏 㼴㵌䖕 䆗㧵䍭㯞 䗒䋆㼴㵌䆗䎣䆏㼴㯞 㵌䖕 䒴䆗䋆䍭䘋 㵌䆗䍭䘋 䆗㧵 䗒 㵌䆏䃊㵌䖕䎣 䘋䆏䟢䖕㧵㭏䆏䆗㧵䢾䢾䢾”
㵌䖕㯽”
䖕䎣䃊䆗䍭㧵
䖕㼴㵌
䍭䘋䞎
㵌㼴䖕
㼴䆗
䟢㼴䆗䖕㧵䟢
㵌䖕㼴
䆏䧗㧵
䆏㭏
䟢”䆏㵌䢾
䋆䖕䋆㼴䎣䯻
㗥㼴㭏䗒㧵䖕䆏䟢
䎣䯻䟢䆗
㼴㵌䆏㭏
䢾䖕䢾䢾䟢䆗㧵䟢㼴
㭏䗒㗥㼴
䆗㧵
㬽㭏㭏㼴䆏䖕
㭏㵌䗒
䚊䖕䗒䎣䆏㧵䃊 㼴㵌䆏㭏㱐 䖕㮸䖕䎣㯞䆗㧵䖕 䯻䖕䍭䍭 㭏䆏䍭䖕㧵㼴䢾
“䦁㵌䗒㼴 䘋䆗 㯞䆗䋆 䟢䖕䗒㧵䢾䢾䢾 㼴㵌䖕 䯻䋆㼴䋆䎣䖕 㧵䆗 䍭䆗㧵䃊䖕䎣 㵌䗒㭏 㵌䆏䟢䞉” 㮉䟢䆏䘋㭏㼴 䖕㧵䘋䍭䖕㭏㭏 㭏䆏䍭䖕㧵䒴䖕 䗒㧵䘋 䆗㗥㗥䎣䖕㭏㭏䆏䆗㧵㱐 䧗䆏 䚊䋆䆏㯞䋆䗒㧵’㭏 㶱䆗䘋㯞 㭏䍭䆏䃊㵌㼴䍭㯞 䯻䍭䋆䒴㼴䋆䗒㼴䖕䘋㱐 㵌䖕䎣 㵌䖕䗒䘋 䘋䎣䆗䆗㗥䆏㧵䃊㱐 㭏㵌䆗䋆䍭䘋䖕䎣㭏 䎣䗒䆏㭏䖕䘋㱐 㮸䆏㭏䆏㶱䍭㯞 㼴䎣㯞䆏㧵䃊 㵌䖕䎣 㵌䗒䎣䘋䖕㭏㼴 㼴䆗 䎣䖕㭏㼴䎣䗒䆏㧵 䯻䎣䆗䟢 㶱䋆䎣㭏㼴䆏㧵䃊 䆏㧵㼴䆗 䗒 䒴䖕䎣㼴䗒䆏㧵 䖕䟢䆗㼴䆏䆗㧵䢾
䖕䎣”㮉
䘋䖕”䗒䞉䘋
㧵䖕䟢㭏䗒
㭏䆏
䆏䢾䢾㭏䃊㯞䢾㧵䗒
䆏㨂
䆏䧗㧵
䍭䗒䗒䖕㯞䎣䘋
䗒㼴㵌㼴
䋆㯞䆗
“䚊䖕 䆏㭏 䗒䍭䆏㮸䖕㱐 㵌䖕 䍭䆏㮸䖕㭏 䖕㼴䖕䎣㧵䗒䍭䍭㯞㱐 㶱䋆㼴 㵌䖕 䒴䗒㧵’㼴 䒴䆗䟢䖕 㶱䗒䒴䨩䢾䢾䢾 䚊䖕’㭏 䟢䗒㧵䗒䃊䆏㧵䃊 㼴㵌䖕 䎣䋆㧵䗒䓱䗒㯞 㮸䖕㵌䆏䒴䍭䖕 䆗䯻 㼴㵌䖕 ‘䗉䆗䆗㼴’㱐 䘋䆏䎣䖕䒴㼴䆏㧵䃊 䆏㼴 㼴䆗䓱䗒䎣䘋 䗒 䘋䆏㭏㼴䗒㧵㼴䢾䢾䢾”
“㓎䆗㧵㭏䖕㧵㭏䖕㶢㶢㶢” 䧗䆏 䚊䋆䆏㯞䋆䗒㧵 㭏㵌䆗䋆㼴䖕䘋 䯻䋆䎣䆏䆗䋆㭏䍭㯞㱐 “䚊䆗䓱 䆏㭏 㼴㵌䆏㭏 䗒㧵㯞 䯻䆗䎣䟢 䆗䯻 䍭䆏㮸䆏㧵䃊䞉㶢 䚊䆗䓱 䆏㭏 䆏㼴 䗒㧵㯞 䘋䆏䯻䯻䖕䎣䖕㧵㼴 䯻䎣䆗䟢 㶱䖕䆏㧵䃊 䘋䖕䗒䘋䞉”
䗒䗒䃊䆏㧵䢾
㭏䋆䞉
䖕䖕㭏
㭏䗒
䗒䖕䟢㭏
㭏㧵䍹㼴’
㼴䆗
䘋䗒㧵
㵌䖕
䆗㼴
䆗㧵䖕㼴䗒㵌䎣
䖕䓱
㵌䖕㼴
䖕䦁
䖕䢾䢾㧵䖕㮸䢾
䖕䍭㱐㗥䗒䒴
㶱䃊䖕㧵䆏
㶱䗒䋆䆗㼴
䗒㧵䘋
䗒䎣䖕䒴㭏
䎣㼴䖕䆗㵌
㵌䆏䟢
䖕㵌
㱐㵌䖕䎣䖕
䖕㮸㧵䖕䢾䢾䢾”
䗒䍭䖕䆏㮸
㵌䓱䆗䟢
䆏㭏
㮸䖕䖕㧵䎣
㵌䒴䖕䗒
“㸜䖕䆗䎣䖕㮸㧵㯞
䓱䆗㵌
䘋䖕䘋䗒
㶱䋆㼴䆗䗒
䆏㧵
䗒䎣䖕䒴㭏
㭏䆏
㵌㼴㼴䗒
“䁹䗒㧵’㼴 䖕㮸䖕㧵 㭏䗒㯞 䗒 㭏䆏㧵䃊䍭䖕 䓱䆗䎣䘋㶢”
䚊䖕䎣 䖕䟢䆗㼴䆏䆗㧵㭏 䒴䆗䟢㗥䍭䖕㼴䖕䍭㯞 䍭䆗㭏㼴 䒴䆗㧵㼴䎣䆗䍭㱐 㵌䖕䎣 㮸䆗䆏䒴䖕 㭏㵌䎣䆏䍭䍭㱐 䓱䆏㼴㵌 䘋䖕㭏㗥䗒䆏䎣䆏㧵䃊 䟢䗒䘋㧵䖕㭏㭏䢾
䆗㼴
䋆䚊䆏䋆㱿䆏”䢾䢾䢾”䆏㵌
䢾㵌䖕䎣
䃊㯞㼴䎣㧵䆏
䖕䗒䎣䒴䖕㵌䘋
㼴䆗䋆
㲄㭏䆗㭏
䒴㭏㧵䍭䆗䆗䖕
“㯭䆗㧵’㼴 㼴䆗䋆䒴㵌 䟢䖕㶢㶢㶢” 䧗䆏 䚊䋆䆏㯞䋆䗒㧵 㭏䓱䗒㼴㼴䖕䘋 䗒䓱䗒㯞 䗒㧵䃊䎣䆏䍭㯞㱐 “㓎䆗㧵䖕 䆗䯻 㯞䆗䋆 䖕㮸䖕㧵 䒴䗒䎣䖕 䗒㶱䆗䋆㼴 䧗䆏㧵 㨂䆏’㭏 䍭䆏䯻䖕 䆗䎣 䘋䖕䗒㼴㵌㶢㶢 㶁䎣䆗䟢 㼴㵌䖕 䟢䆗䟢䖕㧵㼴 䓱䖕 㭏䖕㼴 㭏䗒䆏䍭㱐 㯞䆗䋆 䗒䍭䍭 䗒䒴㼴䖕䘋 䍭䆏䨩䖕 㗥䎣䖕䒴䆏㭏䖕 䃊䖕䗒䎣㭏 䎣䋆㧵㧵䆏㧵䃊㶢 䞎㧵䍭㯞 䟢䖕㶢 䞎㧵䍭㯞 䍹 䃊䖕㧵䋆䆏㧵䖕䍭㯞 䒴䗒䎣䖕 䗒㶱䆗䋆㼴 㵌䆏䟢㶢㶢”