As participants and observers, we are the living traces of what's left. We sometimes lie to ourselves like a huge net that is always attempting to catch fleeting shadows and desires. What we want to believe is that we live in a “wonderful” world. But if this world is the “reality”, then we are living in a continuously changing intentions, our life circumstances are hard to define and understand. Beyond the Stereotypical cognition and illusions, what is real and what is the reality?