Crime Prison Island
Chapter 155 - 67 Dad’s Knowledge_2

Chapter 155: Chapter 67 Dad’s Knowledge_2

"Oh..." Silver Hand immediately walked to the shore and squatted down in a spot.

Gao Xin was startled, he noticed that today Silver Hand’s illusion was especially clear, and even acted autonomously, almost like a real person.

"What are you doing?"

Squatting and gazing at a small flower, Silver Hand said indifferently, "Nothing, just go about your business. If you have any questions, ask your dad."

"Do you know what I’m thinking?" Gao Xin asked.

Silver Hand chuckled, "Of course, I am shaped by your imagination."

Gao Xin raised an eyebrow, realizing what asking his dad meant.

He immediately looked across the pond and sure enough, saw Gao Jiaoji walking out from the little woods.

"Chongguang, long time no see, you’ve grown so tall."

Gao Xin’s eyes slightly reddened, "Old man, you made me suffer a lot."

"I’m sorry, Chongguang." Gao Jiaoji, his eyes filled with guilt, stepped into the water.

Gao Xin walked up to him and they hugged each other.

"It’s okay, old man, I’ve long stopped blaming you. If it weren’t for the ’Heart of Dark Logic’, I might have died long ago..."

Gao Jiaoji patted his shoulder with relief, "Good boy, you’ve made it through."

Gao Jiaoji was much shorter than Gao Xin, making the hug a little awkward for the reach.

Gao Xin simply sat down in the water and asked, "Old man, are you a soul or an illusion?"

"What do you think? The real me died long ago, now I am just an illusion of yours." Gao Jiaoji sat down in the water as well.

Gao Xin nodded, then asked, "But why do I possess your knowledge?"

"You don’t just have my knowledge, but also all the memories of my life, all the experiences and secrets." Gao Jiaoji smiled.

"Really?" Gao Xin scratched his head, "But I just feel that everything is so familiar, yet I can’t remember where I knew it from."

Gao Jiaoji coughed twice and said, "A near-death experience took your consciousness almost back to the Great Spirit."

"At that time, you experienced a brief fusion of consciousness with the Great Spirit, sharing lifetimes with us. Had you continued, you would have gradually experienced the lives of everyone in this world, from ancient times to the present."

"But after you experienced the lives of Aunt Yao and me, your strong will made you come back. So you stopped; otherwise, you would have sunk deeper, completely merged with the Great Spirit, and never been able to return."

Gao Xin suddenly understood, "Yes, yes, now that you mention it, I remember."

"But why can’t I remember clearly? The memories feel so vague."

After Gao Jiaoji’s reminder, Gao Xin immediately recalled a lot more, bringing back the process of the near-death experience to his mind.

Stroking his chin, Gao Jiaoji said, "Let me think, it must be because these memories aren’t in your brain."

"You fused the memories with your consciousness, not with your brain. Your brain cells were nearly all dead by then."

"Your brain didn’t record the information that your consciousness obtained from the higher dimensions."

"The brain’s memories only lasted until your consciousness left. At that moment, from the perspective of human medicine, you were already brain dead... Then you returned and stimulated your brain once more, just in time to see lightning strike, and your final belief forged the leap of life."

"Perhaps the Earth’s first life was created from basic materials mixed with lightning, giving birth to the first strand of genes."

"Lucky for you and the leap of life, otherwise, if your body had died completely, even if you had forced your return, you would have died again immediately."

Gao Xin nodded in agreement, a hair’s breadth leading to a thousand miles of difference.

How many people throughout history have wanted to return and could not? Was it only his strong will? No, if the body cannot be revived, the most tenacious consciousness is useless.

As for the vagueness of his memories after waking up, it is because the near-death experience had nothing to do with his body, and wasn’t the last fantasy of his brain cells, as some human scholars once speculated.

"I get it now, it’s just like dreaming,"

"When I woke up, the memories from my near-death experience were all fuzzy,"

"And since I have your knowledge, it means these memories are real, not my imagination. After all, you never taught me your knowledge,"

"So these memories are in the..."

Both said in unison, "Subconscious."

Gao Xin understood completely, there are two types of memory: conscious memory, the spiritual storage, and brain memory, the physical storage.

The memories he brought back from the Great Spirit were all in his consciousness while his brain was a blank slate, signaling: I didn’t experience this, no record found.

Only by thinking about it or being reminded, and running those memories through the brain, does the brain actually start to remember them.

Otherwise, they’re just recorded in the subconscious and will only surface in the form of déjà vu when encountering corresponding situations.

It’s a lot like dreaming.

Even the most profound and emotionally charged dreams can be forgotten, and it’s inconceivable that such potent memories could be lost.

Yet, dream memories are the easiest to forget because they weren’t generated by the brain.

If you don’t quickly review them in your mind upon waking up, ’copying a new version,’ then they become more and more blurred after doing something else, and you definitely won’t be able to recall them.

Consciousness is like an iceberg that has landed in the sea of physics, with the tip above the water being his main personality and everything below the surface being the subconscious.

The life memories of Gao Jiaoji and Yao Junyan are so vast, naturally, they’re all in the subconscious.

Both life spans are longer than his age, at least five times the life experience of Gao Xin; if not stored in the subconscious, his self-perception would become confused.

Gao Xin mused, "By this logic, could it be that dreaming is also a return to the Great Spirit?"

"No, not a return, at most a perception,"

"Sleep is the state closest to death, and in that silent abyss, consciousness might briefly detach, a part of it not confined by the body’s cage. Then it spreads out and receives the constant illumination, or the flow of information, from the Great Spirit."

"These are various inspirations or chaotic snippets of information, like a meteor shower continuously shooting into the physical world, received by people’s consciousness and then giving rise to all kinds of dreams."

"And sleep can restore Heart Power, perhaps also because of this reception, through which it is replenished,"

Gao Jiaoji nodded, "I didn’t believe in all this initially, but your experience has made me accept this theory,"

"Speaking of which, this reminds me of Ramanujan, that guy, dreaming of mathematical formulas every day, where does one even begin to explain such a thing? Turns out he was receiving information from the Great Spirit while sleeping..."

Reminded by his father, Gao Xin instantly recalled the story of Ramanujan and his mathematical achievements.

Gao Xin laughed, "It seems his Heart Power, his receptive abilities, were also quite strong, oh right, he always said that these inspirations came from a goddess he worshiped... tsk, he probably visualized something similar to the Great Spirit unintentionally."

Having visualized the Great Spirit himself, he could understand that in fact, the Great Spirit is formless and shapeless.

Visualizing its appearance is essentially understanding what It is. As for the specific image in the mind, it doesn’t really matter, it can be a magnificent Light Tree, or a Light Brain, and naturally, it could also be an indescribable goddess.

"Old man, my heart of dark logic is now formed, and I’ve become a Radiation; learning your knowledge is not a problem anymore,"

"Hurry up and tell me everything you’ve learned, so I can restore my memory and let the brain also remember."

Gao Jiaoji gave him a look, "Silly boy, your dad is well-informed and knowledgeable, with too much learned and researched over more than forty years,"

"I can’t explain it all at once, can I?"

"As you encounter things you don’t understand, the knowledge might spontaneously surge forth, and even if it doesn’t, I will give you hints in your ear, and after you hear them, related memories will come to mind in a form similar to déjà vu,"

"Take your time to digest it; otherwise, giving it to you all at once will just take up brain capacity..."

Gao Xin nodded, his old dad was like an illusion he carried with him, one that wouldn’t be lost...

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