After the funeral ended, Mo Ling returned to the square and watched the sun rise and set, the seasons change.
He had already forgotten how long he had stayed here.
Time flowed at different speeds within his field of vision.
Just as river water could be fast or slow, whenever his gaze lingered on something, the river water he did not notice had already rushed past.
He seemed to understand why Martin had told him to take a good look at this world...
Beneath the things that had happened, were happening, and had yet to happen, the essence of this world seemed to be hidden.
No one else could sense these essences. Only he could.
His field of vision was not simply "seeing." It was control over this space.
Because he controlled this space, he could know the information within it. It was only his human habitual way of thinking that made him believe he had "seen" it all.
Seeing and control were completely different.
Seeing merely captured the shadow of information, while control meant that one already possessed that information.
Things that existed in the present were the outermost layer of information. They were what humans could perceive and the outward appearance of matter.
Beneath things were flowing laws. The thermal motion of molecules and forces adjusted this world, maintaining the stability of all things.
Further down, beneath the laws of physics, were different times: the past that had already happened, the present that was happening, and the future that had yet to happen. They all existed together in the same place, at the same position.
That position was space, the purest form of space.
It was a sheet of pure white Drawing Paper.
Mo Ling had always been looking at the paint on the artwork, never realizing that