He saw his fragmented life, the ordinary first twenty-five years, saw himself in learning, himself in struggle, himself working in a cement factory...
He saw many friends and family from the past;
The bustling traffic of big cities, the smoky atmosphere of small villages;
Toys from childhood, electronic products from growing up...
These things representing past relationships and objects were severed one night by a single slice.
Then, his life entered a new phase.
...
Experiences never had before: life and death, survival, hunger, confusion, labor.
Even fear of death, physical exhaustion, and omnipresent urgency.
The path ahead was shrouded in mist; he had to cherish every minute and second to keep his life.
He used his hands to obtain everything, using tangible strength and wisdom to create everything, to improve his life.
Days passed like this under pressure and motivation.
