媒體形容那驚恐瞬間為「怵目驚心」，沒有人希望這樣的事件重演，但你我心知肚明，它仍將持續發生。

影像透過網路傳遍全球，我們都是結果的見證者，所有人異口同聲：「太可怕了。」

放學時分，一輛高速疾駛的車輛衝入人群，造成重大傷亡，肇事者是一位 78 歲的老人。

這不是孤立事件，它在世界各地反覆上演。不是恐怖攻擊，不是酒駕，車輛無故障、煞車無異常，卻依然爆衝成災。

近年來，探討疫苗後遺症的研究者早已預警：除了猝死的比例將劇增，類似駕駛突然失控的案例也將快速攀升。而

在《為什麼要睡覺》一書的「微睡眠」章節中，作者更早已預見這樣的悲劇：駕駛者在清醒與昏睡之間瞬間失控，成為人間悲劇的導火線。

 

「見證結果」早已成為現代社會的常態。除了悼念亡者、安慰傷者，目擊者們從情感深處對肇事者爆發憤怒，網路上對其祖宗八代的撻伐層出不窮。

結果，那只是結果。

世界停滯不前，因為我們早已習慣了只看「結果」。這樣的視角，讓我們聚焦在一位肇事者、幾位失控者，卻忽略了真正的始作俑者。

在我看來，真正的肇事者，是這個不思進取的世界。事件的背後，有其系統性的源頭與軌跡，而沿著這條路徑回溯，可以看見千萬個共犯。

從醫藥體系確立「對症治療」邏輯的那一刻起，人類就踏上了由藥物主導的退化之路。藥物在體內發生難以言說的干擾作用，沒有人知道真正發生了什麼。

症狀無明，疾病無明，治療也無明；症狀從未消失，病症持續存在，治療永無止盡。

這樣的現象被稱為「偉大的醫療」：門庭若市的診所，藥單如山的病患，成為人們津津樂道的奇蹟，而這不過是「偉大的道聽塗說」。

 

要真正止損這樣的頹勢，必須提升到國家層級。不靠某位英雄式的總統橫空出世，而是仰賴人民發出的巨大聲浪，要求透過立法徹底翻轉醫療邏輯。

可能嗎？我傾向悲觀。

因為「從眾」的大數據，已經封住了這個可能的出口。

習慣不適就往醫院跑的你，習慣每天一把藥下肚的你，有沒有想過：這一切努力，其實都是白忙一場？

你的身體永遠不對勁，因為你的大腦不肯進步，因為你接受了一套不上進的治療體系，任由藥物在體內製造混亂。

大腦短路，也許只是小事，但當身體在你握著方向盤的瞬間，突然失去意識，那就是大事。

這是你的錯嗎？是，也不全是。你錯了，但你錯得無辜。

 

止痛、止瀉、消炎、制酸、降糖、降壓、降脂……所有這一切，源頭都來自一個對身體能力的無視與傲慢。

當醫生把病人送進精密儀器掃描時，對醫療的依賴早已取代了身體的自主進化。病人甘之如飴，醫院成就感滿滿，醫療的病態美學就這麼壯大了起來。

但那終究還是結果，結果會愈加失控，愈加可怕，因為災難來得措手不及，因為奪命之物就行駛在街道上。

疫情後期，我讀到一則外電新聞：一位剛執行任務的救護車駕駛，在返程途中突然猝倒，幸虧同事即時接手方向盤，才未釀成更大災難。

這起事件發生於美國，學者判斷是疫苗後遺症，官方不承認，也不否認。沒有真相，事件本身就代表醫療體系的真相。

是真相太複雜？還是真相不能說？最大的真相已經不需要探討，就是人類的自私和自大。

我們不知道原因，只處理結果，這，才是唯一清楚的事實。

 

有人開車衝撞人群，與用藥思維有什麼關聯？

看似無關，其實一體。就如孩子在學校打人，家長卻替他聲援，卻從未看清真正的元兇正是自己。

我經常搭乘公車，特別注意到司機們的疲憊狀態。他們面容沈重、頻繁急煞，習以為常。

下車後過馬路，我總會特別留心公車專用道的來車，因為任何一位司機，都可能在某個瞬間出現閃失。

不幸的結果，值得預防；但更重要的，是追問錯誤的起點。

在癌症已被化療主導的今天，幾乎沒有人願意面對癌症背後的情緒特質，只是一味接受沒有根本意義的治療。

而最後，我們依然得面對結果，那最壞的結果。為何事情的鋪陳總是太晚了、太遲了，因為真相，已經沒人想知道了。

 

（這世上沒有中立，只有對自身偏見多一點或少一點的覺察。）

 

The Perpetrator Is the Embodiment of the Victim

The media called that terrifying moment “horrific and shocking.” No one wants such events to happen again, yet deep down, we both know—they will.

The footage spreads across the globe via the internet. We become witnesses to the outcome. Everyone, in unison, says: “That’s horrifying.”
It was right after school—when a speeding car plowed into a crowd, leaving a trail of death and injuries. The driver was a 78-year-old man.

This wasn’t an isolated incident. It keeps happening, around the world. No terrorism, no drunk driving, no mechanical failures or brake malfunctions. Just sudden acceleration. And devastation.

In recent years, researchers studying vaccine side effects have already warned us: not only will the rate of sudden death skyrocket, but incidents like these—drivers losing control—will also surge dramatically.
In the book Why We Sleep, the chapter on “microsleep” foresaw such tragedies: drivers drifting into unconsciousness in mere seconds, becoming the fuse to human disasters.

“Being witnesses to the outcome” has become the norm in modern society. Beyond mourning the dead and comforting the wounded, bystanders unleash their fury on the perpetrator—cursing generations past and present on the internet.
But the result is still just the result.

The world remains stagnant because we’ve been trained to focus only on outcomes. This perspective locks our attention on the driver, on the few who lose control—while ignoring the true culprits behind the scenes.
To me, the real perpetrator is the complacent world itself. Behind each of these incidents lies a systemic origin and a traceable pattern. Follow that trail, and you’ll find millions of accomplices.

From the moment modern medicine established its “symptom-based treatment” logic, humanity began its descent into pharmaceutical dependency.
Drugs disrupt the body in subtle and untraceable ways. No one truly knows what’s happening inside.
Symptoms remain obscure. Illnesses stay misunderstood. Treatments go on endlessly.
Symptoms never vanish. Diseases persist. Treatments never conclude.

This phenomenon has been rebranded as “great medicine”: bustling clinics, patients buried in prescriptions—a miracle we’ve come to celebrate. But it’s nothing more than a glorified rumor.

To truly stop the damage, the reform must rise to the level of national policy.
It won’t come from a heroic president out of nowhere, but from a collective outcry of the people—demanding legislative reform that overturns the existing medical logic.
Is it possible? I lean toward pessimism.

Because the big data of conformity has already sealed off that path.
You, who rush to the hospital at the first sign of discomfort. You, who swallow handfuls of pills daily—have you ever considered that all this effort might be in vain?
Your body always feels off, not because it’s weak, but because your mind refuses to evolve. You’ve submitted to a stagnating medical system, allowing drugs to sow chaos inside you.

A mental short circuit might seem minor. But when your body loses consciousness while your hands are on the wheel—that’s not minor.
Is it your fault? Yes. And no. You were wrong. But your wrongness was innocent.

Painkillers, anti-diarrheals, anti-inflammatories, acid suppressants, blood sugar reducers, blood pressure pills, cholesterol drugs… all of these arise from a deep-seated arrogance—a disregard for the body’s natural abilities.
When doctors send patients into scanners, reliance on medicine has already replaced the body’s capacity for autonomous healing.
Patients willingly submit. Hospitals bask in their sense of accomplishment. The twisted aesthetics of modern medicine have thus grown stronger.

But still, that’s just the result. And the results will keep spinning out of control. They will grow even more terrifying—because disaster comes without warning. Because what kills may already be driving beside us.

In the later stages of the pandemic, I read a foreign news report: a paramedic, returning from a mission, suddenly collapsed while driving. Thankfully, a colleague took the wheel just in time, avoiding further disaster.
It happened in the U.S. Scholars suspected it was a post-vaccine reaction. Authorities neither confirmed nor denied. No truth. Yet the event itself was the truth about our medical system.

Is the truth too complicated—or simply unspeakable? The biggest truth no longer needs investigating: it’s humanity’s selfishness and arrogance.
We don’t know the cause—we only address the outcome. That, ironically, is the only clear fact.

What does a car crashing into a crowd have to do with pharmaceutical thinking?
Seemingly nothing—yet intrinsically linked. Just like a child hitting another at school while the parents defend them, never realizing they themselves are the root of the problem.

I often take the bus and pay close attention to the drivers. I notice their fatigue, the solemn expressions, the frequent abrupt braking—it’s become routine.
When I cross the street after getting off, I’m always cautious of the bus lane. Any one of those drivers could slip up in an instant.

Tragic outcomes deserve prevention. But more importantly, we must question the origin of the mistake.
In an era where chemotherapy dominates cancer treatment, almost no one dares to face the emotional roots behind the disease. Instead, we blindly accept treatments devoid of true meaning.

And in the end, we are still left to face the result—the worst result.
Why does it always feel too late, too delayed?
Because, ultimately, no one wants to know the truth anymore.