"Oh..." Silver Hand imdiately walked to the shore and squatted down in a spot.
Gao Xin was startled, he noticed that today Silver Hand’s illusion was especially clear, and even acted autonomously, almost like a real person.
"What are you doing?"
Squatting and gazing at a small flower, Silver Hand said indifferently, "Nothing, just go about your business. If you have any questions, ask your dad."
"Do you know what I’m thinking?" Gao Xin asked.
Silver Hand chuckled, "Of course, I am shaped by your imagination."
Gao Xin raised an eyebrow, realizing what asking his dad ant.
He imdiately looked across the pond and sure enough, saw Gao Jiaoji walking out from the little woods.
"Chongguang, long ti no see, you’ve grown so tall."
Gao Xin’s eyes slightly reddened, "Old man, you made suffer a lot."
"I’m sorry, Chongguang." Gao Jiaoji, his eyes filled with guilt, stepped into the water.
Gao Xin walked up to him and they hugged each other.
"It’s okay, old man, I’ve long stopped blaming you. If it weren’t for the ’Heart of Dark Logic’, I might have died long ago..."
Gao Jiaoji patted his shoulder with relief, "Good boy, you’ve made it through."
Gao Jiaoji was much shorter than Gao Xin, making the hug a little awkward for the reach.
Gao Xin simply sat down in the water and asked, "Old man, are you a soul or an illusion?"
"What do you think? The real died long ago, now I am just an illusion of yours." Gao Jiaoji sat down in the water as well.
Gao Xin nodded, then asked, "But why do I possess your knowledge?"
"You don’t just have my knowledge, but also all the mories of my life, all the experiences and secrets." Gao Jiaoji smiled.
"Really?" Gao Xin scratched his head, "But I just feel that everything is so familiar, yet I can’t rember where I knew it from."
Gao Jiaoji coughed twice and said, "A near-death experience took your consciousness almost back to the Great Spirit."
"At that ti, you experienced a brief fusion of consciousness with the Great Spirit, sharing lifetis with us. Had you continued, you would have gradually experienced the lives of everyone in this world, from ancient tis to the present."
"But after you experienced the lives of Aunt Yao and , your strong will made you co back. So you stopped; otherwise, you would have sunk deeper, completely rged with the Great Spirit, and never been able to return."
Gao Xin suddenly understood, "Yes, yes, now that you ntion it, I rember."
"But why can’t I rember clearly? The mories feel so vague."
After Gao Jiaoji’s reminder, Gao Xin imdiately recalled a lot more, bringing back the process of the near-death experience to his mind.
Stroking his chin, Gao Jiaoji said, "Let think, it must be because these mories aren’t in your brain."
"You fused the mories with your consciousness, not with your brain. Your brain cells were nearly all dead by then."
"Your brain didn’t record the information that your consciousness obtained from the higher dinsions."
"The brain’s mories only lasted until your consciousness left. At that mont, from the perspective of human dicine, you were already brain dead... Then you returned and stimulated your brain once more, just in ti to see lightning strike, and your final belief forged the leap of life."
"Perhaps the Earth’s first life was created from basic materials mixed with lightning, giving birth to the first strand of genes."
"Lucky for you and the leap of life, otherwise, if your body had died completely, even if you had forced your return, you would have died again imdiately."
Gao Xin nodded in agreent, a hair’s breadth leading to a thousand miles of difference.
How many people throughout history have wanted to return and could not? Was it only his strong will? No, if the body cannot be revived, the most tenacious consciousness is useless.
As for the vagueness of his mories after waking up, it is because the near-death experience had nothing to do with his body, and wasn’t the last fantasy of his brain cells, as so human scholars once speculated.
"I get it now, it’s just like dreaming,"
"When I woke up, the mories from my near-death experience were all fuzzy,"
"And since I have your knowledge, it ans these mories are real, not my imagination. After all, you never taught your knowledge,"
"So these mories are in the..."
Both said in unison, "Subconscious."
Gao Xin understood completely, there are two types of mory: conscious mory, the spiritual storage, and brain mory, the physical storage.
The mories he brought back from the Great Spirit were all in his consciousness while his brain was a blank slate, signaling: I didn’t experience this, no record found.
Only by thinking about it or being reminded, and running those mories through the brain, does the brain actually start to rember them.
Otherwise, they’re just recorded in the subconscious and will only surface in the form of déjà vu when encountering corresponding situations.
It’s a lot like dreaming.
Even the most profound and emotionally charged dreams can be forgotten, and it’s inconceivable that such potent mories could be lost.
Yet, dream mories are the easiest to forget because they weren’t generated by the brain.
If you don’t quickly review them in your mind upon waking up, ’copying a new version,’ then they beco more and more blurred after doing sothing else, and you definitely won’t be able to recall them.
Consciousness is like an iceberg that has landed in the sea of physics, with the tip above the water being his main personality and everything below the surface being the subconscious.
The life mories of Gao Jiaoji and Yao Junyan are so vast, naturally, they’re all in the subconscious.
Both life spans are longer than his age, at least five tis the life experience of Gao Xin; if not stored in the subconscious, his self-perception would beco confused.
Gao Xin mused, "By this logic, could it be that dreaming is also a return to the Great Spirit?"
"No, not a return, at most a perception,"
"Sleep is the state closest to death, and in that silent abyss, consciousness might briefly detach, a part of it not confined by the body’s cage. Then it spreads out and receives the constant illumination, or the flow of information, from the Great Spirit."
"These are various inspirations or chaotic snippets of information, like a teor shower continuously shooting into the physical world, received by people’s consciousness and then giving rise to all kinds of dreams."
"And sleep can restore Heart Power, perhaps also because of this reception, through which it is replenished,"
Gao Jiaoji nodded, "I didn’t believe in all this initially, but your experience has made accept this theory,"
"Speaking of which, this reminds of Ramanujan, that guy, dreaming of mathematical formulas every day, where does one even begin to explain such a thing? Turns out he was receiving information from the Great Spirit while sleeping..."
Reminded by his father, Gao Xin instantly recalled the story of Ramanujan and his mathematical achievents.
Gao Xin laughed, "It seems his Heart Power, his receptive abilities, were also quite strong, oh right, he always said that these inspirations ca from a goddess he worshiped... tsk, he probably visualized sothing similar to the Great Spirit unintentionally."
Having visualized the Great Spirit himself, he could understand that in fact, the Great Spirit is formless and shapeless.
Visualizing its appearance is essentially understanding what It is. As for the specific image in the mind, it doesn’t really matter, it can be a magnificent Light Tree, or a Light Brain, and naturally, it could also be an indescribable goddess.
"Old man, my heart of dark logic is now ford, and I’ve beco a Radiation; learning your knowledge is not a problem anymore,"
"Hurry up and tell everything you’ve learned, so I can restore my mory and let the brain also rember."
Gao Jiaoji gave him a look, "Silly boy, your dad is well-inford and knowledgeable, with too much learned and researched over more than forty years,"
"I can’t explain it all at once, can I?"
"As you encounter things you don’t understand, the knowledge might spontaneously surge forth, and even if it doesn’t, I will give you hints in your ear, and after you hear them, related mories will co to mind in a form similar to déjà vu,"
"Take your ti to digest it; otherwise, giving it to you all at once will just take up brain capacity..."
Gao Xin nodded, his old dad was like an illusion he carried with him, one that wouldn’t be lost...
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