Preface
After publishing [[A100 Watching āBlossoms Shanghaiā]](Click here to view), I manually thanked several friendsāamong them, one conversation stood out as particularly interesting:
- Friend: āIt feels kind of terrifying to expose my personal information and inner thoughts in front of 5,000 strangersāI donāt even know who they are.ā
- Me: āIāve thought about this too, which is why I choose not to post many things.ā
- Friend: āI think youāve already posted quite a lot!
Youāre clearly emotionally resilient.ā
I suspect many people have never tried observing themselves from an objective, third-person perspective. So, taking this opportunity, Iād like to explain how I do itāand why itās beneficial.
Main Text
As mentioned three years ago in [[A003 The Cruelty and Pleasure of Self-Dissection]](Click here to view):
āEvery time I confront my own inner world, I repeatedly experience a sense of panic.ā
Weāre all deeply familiar with experiencing and interacting with the world through our five sensesāsight, hearing, smell, taste, and touchāand often apply the same sensory lens to ourselves: seeing our bodies, hearing our voices, smelling our surroundings, touching our skin.
Beyond these physical senses lies another channel of perception: mind (yi). We sense our bodiesānot just physically, but subjectively: pain, itching, warmth, cold, comfort. These sensations are also familiar to most of us.
Yet our capacity to perceive mind remains underdeveloped. With practice, however, you can become aware of your emotions and thoughts: Am I feeling unhappy right now? Why? What do I want to do to resolve this unhappiness?
āDissecting my own thoughtsāfeeling ideas arise one after another, then vanish again, like turbulent waves.
As I write, I feel them; I observe themāas if standing by a river watching bubbles rise from fish mouths: a string of thoughts emerges, then pops, one after another.ā
āā[[A003 The Cruelty and Pleasure of Self-Dissection]]
At this point, youāll understand what the title means: What does it feel like to know yourself from an objective, third-person perspective?
Like in Ted Chiangās āThe Truth of Fact, the Truth of Feelingā (often misattributed to āExhalationāānote: the quoted passage is adapted from āExhalationā, though its thematic essence aligns closely with Chiangās exploration of self-observation):
āIf Iād realized this elsewhere, I wouldāve leapt up from my chair and dashed into the street. But given my current situationāmy body locked rigidly in a fixed support frame, my brain suspended separately throughout the labāthat was impossible. I could see my own clamorous thoughts causing the delicate leaves of my brain to whirl rapidlyāa sight that only deepened my anxiety about this state of confinement. Panic at such a moment could prove fatal: trapped in a nightmare-like paralysis while involuntarily thrashing against restraints until my air ran out. Unconsciously or deliberately, my hand adjusted the control lever, shifting the periscopeās field of view away from the grid structure and onto the workbench surface. No longer observing or magnifying my own panic, I calmed down. Once composed again, I began the long, meticulous process of reassembling myself. Finally, I restored my brain to its original compact configuration, sealed the skull, and freed myself from the support frame.ā
We canāt literally dissect our brains to examine neural pathwaysābut we can absolutely adopt the perspective of looking down at ourselves from the ceiling, observing our own thoughts as they unfold.
And this very act of observation has a calming effect. In [[A100 Watching āBlossoms Shanghaiā]](Click here to view), I listed several methods that help me settle my mind:
āTheyāre waiting for meāand Iām waiting for them. To ground myself, I rely on watching filmsājust as music, cooking, tea-brewing, or cleaning house helps me calm down. Doing any of these things lets me quiet my mind; only then can I truly savor their subtle depths. And afterward, that lingering sense of insight fills the hollow space inside me.ā
This kind of intentional, introspective writingāthis conscious dissection of oneās own consciousnessāis one such method. Just doing it brings me calmāand joy, and deep enjoyment.
Moreover, this process allows me to examine myself thoroughly: calmly, objectively, and neutrally reviewing events Iāve experienced and my reactions to them. Itās an excellent opportunity for reflection.
Also, sharing these writings publicly extends tactile āfeelersā outwardācreating friction with the world. We all want good friends; we all want to chat with friends. But if we never speak up, how can we meet true friendsāor ever hold meaningful conversations with them? Every post I publish instantly becomes a conversational thread between me and my friends.
As for whether exposing so much of oneself is dangerous: As noted above, this entire process involves deep, deliberate reflection. If Iām wrong, I admit it openly and honestly; if Iām not, then I have nothing to hideāand fear no oneās criticism. I can affirm with absolute certainty: everything I write is authentically me. How I write reflects exactly how I thinkāand what I endorse. It is fearless.
Postscript
The friend from the Preface also said something else I found fascinatingāso Iāll share it with you all:
āSticking with anything long enough to hit Ć100 is seriously cool!ā
Writing this public account is one of the few things Iāve sustained consistently for a long time. Since completing [[A001 Using Creation to Combat Nihilism]](Click here to view) on August 30, 2023, Iāve been at it for one kun-year (a playful term meaning āa full yearā). These 100 posts vary in length and toneāsome serious, some lighthearted, and yes, quite a few ācoastingā piecesābut Iāve genuinely enjoyed writing every single one. Thatās precisely why Iāve managed to reach 100.
Every cool person looks cool because they truly love what they do.
Because anyone earnestly pursuing what they love naturally radiates an aura.
I hope you, too, can become someone truly cool.