He looked for a long time, but mostly couldn't understand it; only the story at the beginning made sense to him.
"The god of the world was born in a void, surrounded by endless darkness, without any object. Without a reference point, even if he walked forward, he couldn't be sure if he actually moved, and even as time passed, he wasn't aware if it really did, for he couldn't see anything moving. At that time, time and space had no meaning; he couldn't see his own body, so he felt maybe he didn't have one, that he was just a part of the endless darkness. However, he was capable of thought."
"Therefore, he felt incredibly lonely. A thinking being hopes to meet another thinking being. In the void where everything was non-existent, even his body was non-existent, what was the point of his birth? Was he born to endure this endless loneliness?"
