The Crematorium of Thought. What you see isn't a roasted lamb; you see "your past self"—that old life pierced by ten concepts, collapsed on the banquet table. You thought it was a banquet shared by all, but it’s actually the scene of your mental collapse. Every knife is a judgment you once made on yourself: "I'm not good enough," "I must be the best," "I can't fail," "I'm too fragile"... Now, you finally no longer serve these thoughts. You've cooked them, put them on the table, and let them be eaten. This is a consumption and transcendence of the old self.
More difficulties, failure, collapse, darkness before dawn, intense pain, difficult-to-coordinate affairs, ending.
A moment of respite, chaotic handling.
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