It was through the nurse that he heard the patient again.
He was an intern, a Arizona, State, and received a man who was hit by a car the day before yesterday.
This unfortunate ghost is common, though he knows it is rude, but he does think so.
The man was hit blurred, not clear men and women, and no identity signs. "Cars, cars, great inventions, stripped people out of the barren side of the land and sent them to another place."
”
Maybe that's not good, but he does.
It is surprising that the patient is still alive.
"It's strange," he thought.
He saw the nurses skilled in the beginning of the rescue, the doctors were preparing a knife.
The silence of the room was dreadful, and the sound of iron collisions had long been used in his eyes.
The doctors are going to start the rescue. He stared at all this, heard the sound of the sea breeze, and the windows were opened.
The sunshine outside is more than the artificial light in the room.
It should not be dusk now, he thought.
But the stone poured into the water and sank.
The electrocardiogram fluctuated and someone began to pray.
He seems to come alive, he thought.
But he looks completely dead.
Silence, silence is like a tide.
There was a lot of sound in the ear and the light came in.
People went out of the emergency room and took off their white robes.
He's the only one here now.
He looked at the corpse and felt sublime and sacred.
It's just a mix of boring organisms, he thought. "Nothing sacred, this thing is not great, nor noble."
”
"His brain cells haven't completely stopped working," he thought
But he did have brain death.
Poor man. People live in the world for what?
Like a myth, like a dance.
He listened to the music of the sacrifices and saw the building of faith.
Sad people don't want to believe in death, they invent God.
How small and pitiful they are, they bind themselves to the eternal cage.
Pain, pain, pain is like the tide.
Science has saved you, pulled you out of the stupid, pathetic, miserable world, and saw the sun.
He had already shed tears.
"To live or die is to die." Death has no meaning for the dead, nor for the living.
"--Eternal Oblivion
But it always feels like it's not. "Do not care about it, live well, why should care?"
”
Sounds like a happy young atheist poor raving.
But, how to say, Live and die? Reincarnation。
He began to hold his breath. "Something becomes something else, the sun becomes a flower, the flower becomes a rotten thing, and all the intellect grows in decay."
“
But only matter, he sighed.
The table was full of flowers and the fragrance of lilies was near.
But the message flowed in the dark, and the permutations and combinations began to fall apart, and the template was already not available.
From one neuron to another, the electrons are still flowing.
The reserved case cloth was scattered to the ground, and he stooped down and began to look for it.
Without a digital page number, he compiles all the orders with intuition.
It's like being recognized by others as something you don't even know.
A combination of logic, thought, and information.
Love seems to be.
All the love of the world, between lovers, between friends, between parents, is like the reflection of narcissism.
Only that love is completely different, fascinating, fascinating.
He felt confused and thought.
"All false."
He looked at the scalpel between his hands and looked at the dead man's sideburns.
Just disappear. Illogical, where did they go?
The fire-station lit the beacon and the vultures slipped from the high sky.
The pagoda is taller than the Tower of Babel, and a statue is a square.
Praise my Lord Atlas, whose bodies are full of fields.
Bones from the highest sky to the lowest dust.
The sea breeze of the Iranian plateau sounded.
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