If life were a book, birth would be the prelude, and death the ending.
Then all the things that happened between birth and death would be the entries recorded within it.
So, if one were to begin meticulously documenting an ordinary person's life from the moment of birth, roughly how many words would be needed?
The answer was obvious.
It would definitely be an astronomical figure!
If it were made into a physical book, even the largest library on Earth might not be able to hold the few short decades of that person's life.
Because life had never consisted solely of the things a person actually did.
Human thoughts were ever-changing things.
And recording the uninterrupted changes in every person's thoughts would undoubtedly be an enormous undertaking.
Every fleeting thought, however brief, might still require thousands upon thousands of words to describe.
In that case,
when an entire world containing countless living beings and a long history was treated as a story,
the book serving as its vessel would not merely need to bear an unimaginably vast amount of information.
The content of many things within it would be as complex as Heavenly Principles that could not be reached even by exhausting all human wisdom!
Ordinary people simply had no ability to interpret them.
Likewise, it was impossible to describe them completely.
The so-called Journey to the West that Orsaga had once seen naturally followed a similar principle in its depiction of the entire Journey to the West World.
Everything
would be simplified to the utmost limit.
It would only give relatively one-sided descriptions of certain pieces of information within it.
It was like roughly depicting the veins of a single leaf on a tree!
Only in this way
could an author more or less tell a story clearly in