Late at night, you are so tired that you are in a puddle on the sofa. The prices of various tokens are flashing on the computer screen. You feel an unprecedented emptiness. The groups on your mobile phone that were once active have no one to talk to and nothing to say. Seeing your classmates who joined AI companies and got equity options and did work that can really make the world a better place, you begin to doubt whether the ideals you pursue, the enthusiasm you pour into, and the energy you invest are just another illusory bubble?

In a trance, I remembered a dream I had when I was young. You were far away in the high mountains, and the forest was lush in spring. You climbed to the top of the mountain and looked down. There was a pear tree on the opposite mountain, shining white, floating and scattering, seeming far and near.