The Boss Coal was pulled down from above by Qingmu, Guagua out:
"Why are you being so rough! Uh... I don't really know where I learned all this, but it seems like I can learn a lot just by scratching your scalp. I like standing on your head, it feels like if we combine our powers, we can become Ikkyu ---Gigglegigglegigglegigglegig, we love you! Guagua!"
Qingmu touched his hair, feeling completely irritated, and snapped, "Get out of here!"
The Crow flapped its wings helplessly and flew to Hanran's side. Hanran and pushed a pile of food—something unknown—next to the Boss Coal, then stretched out its claw and gently pressed it on the Crow's head in a soothing gesture, its eyes clearly saying:
"Philosopher, I admire you!"
"Cough cough..." The Crow coughed twice. "Okay, okay, let's rest, let's rest for a while; Ikkyu- san! Hey, that's enough for now, that's enough for now!"
The Boss Coal's antics made Su Huilan and Qingmu both laugh. Although Petru couldn't understand what the Crow was saying at all, nor did he know what Ikkyu was, and didn't get the joke, he was still amused by the surroundings. Besides, a talking bird and a cat together did look quite funny.
While laughing, Su Huilan said to Qingmu, "With your bird around, I bet even the most serious and formal occasions can be made cheerful. I suggest you take it with you everywhere you go."
The Crow immediately chimed in, "That makes a lot of sense!"
Qingmu said, "What if I go somewhere where there's nothing to eat, and it's just pickled vegetables and steamed buns every day?"
The Crow, pecking at a nut, heard Qingmu's words, craned its neck, thought for a moment, and said, "Um... when you go out, you could take a woman who can cook with you, like— Ruhua!"
It glanced at Su Huilan again, "A woman who can cook is adorable!"
Su Huilan glanced at the Crow, then at the Qingmu, thinking to herself that it was indeed a loyal and good bird. However, her womanly nature made her unwilling to admit defeat, and she laughed, "How do you know I can't cook?"
The Crow asked, "Do you know how to make braised pork hock?"
Su Huilan said, "It's just braised pork knuckle, of course I can make it. I can also make American-style braised steak and Argentina barbecue!"
The Crow shook its head repeatedly. "No, no, no! I meant the braised pork knuckle from the Ruhua brand!"
Qingmu sensed that if he continued, Su Huilan would be led astray by Crow, so he quickly said, "You have to consider the place before you do anything; even a skilled cook can't make a meal without rice."
The Crow thought for a long time, "Well, Liuying Lane is actually quite comfortable. Why do some people always have to travel all over the world? Sigh!"
Su Huilan had just stopped laughing when she couldn't help but burst out laughing again, saying, " Qingmu, you'd better shut your bird up!"
Her body trembled as she laughed, and because she had just been caught in the rain, her already beautiful figure appeared even more exquisite and graceful. It was hard to associate such a person with a professor from a prestigious university.
Once the air in the room had calmed down a bit, Su Huilan continued:
"Actually, the Boss Coal was right. My view is very similar to 'voluntarism,' but the representative figure of voluntarism is not Nietzsche, but Schopenhauer. Although Nietzsche also had similar views, Schopenhauer's explanation was more comprehensive and thorough."
Petru, who hadn't quite understood what was going on, finally lost his patience and said, "Excuse me, Ms. Su, to be honest, I don't care whether God exists or not, nor do I care about monism or dualism. I just want to know who's chasing me?"
"Don't rush me. As I said, the story behind this is very complicated and starts from the origins of the spirit. If you don't have the patience to listen, it's hard for me to tell you what I know, because you wouldn't understand even if I told you, and you would have to ask me again. I'd rather not tell you at all," Su Huilan said.
Petru looked at Qingmu for help, Qingmu shrugged, indicating that he couldn't help either.
Petru said helplessly, "Alright, then, what is the origin of the spirit?"
Su Huilan said, "This brings us back to the divergent ideas we just discussed. Traditional idealists believe that the origin of the world is spirit, that spirit is omnipresent, and that spirit is what sustains the operation of the material world. However, they cannot explain where spirit comes from, where it originates, that is, where 'I' come from, and why I exist?"
Materialists believe that everything is the work of matter, that there is no spirit or consciousness, only thought, which they see as a special phenomenon resulting from atoms assembling in unique arrangements and moving according to certain laws. However, they cannot explain dreams, let alone lucid dreaming. As Awakened, we do not need to prove this viewpoint wrong, because we have independent consciousness; my consciousness can enter the dreams of others.
"In ' Consciousness-Only Theory,' we believe that consciousness generates spirit, individual consciousness generates individual spirit, and collective consciousness generates all things; the interweaving of consciousness constitutes the world. The difference from idealism is that they believe 'God' governs spirit, and spirit creates the world—in short, God created the world. But we believe that there is no God in the world; if there must be a God, then that God is ourselves."
" The Boss Coal just recited a famous quote from Nietzsche: 'If there is a God, how can I bear not being that God? Therefore, there is no God!' Nietzsche's voluntarism is very close to my view; he believed that the ruling will created the world. With a slight modification, we can say that the collective consciousness of humankind created the world."
Now, not only Petru, but even Qingmu was completely confused. He asked, puzzled, "So, you're saying we're all living in a fantasy dream?"
Su Huilan nodded and said, "You could say that."
But who had this dream?
"Of course, it's ourselves."
Petru wasn't interested in philosophy, but he was very interested in the topic of dreams. Remembering the theories about dreams the Pastor had explained to him, he interjected:
"But dreams are the subconscious organizing the brain's memories. When I dream, everything in the dream should be something I create myself. If the world I'm in is just a dream I'm having, then wouldn't that mean that this world, including you, Mr. Qingmu, that talking bird, and this cave, is everything I created? But that obviously doesn't make sense!"
"That's because you don't understand Group Dream yet," Su Huilan said with a smile.
Although Petru also experienced dozens of people being hypnotized simultaneously at sea, they did not enter the same dream, but were separate; at least, he did not experience Group Dream.
He looked at Qingmu. Qingmu nodded at him.
Qingmu had witnessed Group Dream before. Back then, Mo Yu and those girls from the music academy seemed to have fallen into Situ's trap and entered a Group Dream; there was also that cave in Southern Yunnan. These two had something in common: the Real-Scene Dream and the Group Dream occurred simultaneously, making it even harder to distinguish between reality and illusion.
Could this world be a giant, Group Real-Scene Dream books and manga? Is everyone living in an even bigger Zhulong Mountain Cave?
Qingmu suddenly remembered something Duwa had once told him: she said that Situ thought World War II was a dream.