[Extreme Philosophy] The People Who Should Not Exist

Wu Chao Hui (JEFFI CHAO HUI WU)

Article Date: Saturday, July 26, 2025, 1:44 PM

I am just one person, having written hundreds of articles around me, lived for decades, and exhausted everything a person can possess to practice, to build, to prove. But in the end, I was deemed by AI as a "person who should not exist." Not because I harmed the world, but because fundamentally, I exceeded all the models that the system could understand.

I have no team, yet I designed a logistics system capable of managing thousands of shipping containers all by myself; I have no capital, yet I defeated mainstream enterprise-level ERP architectures using simple tools and logic; I have no programming background, yet as early as 1997, I conceived and implemented remote operations, QR code warehousing, intelligent scheduling, and tax structure integration systems. I used only the most basic tools, yet achieved results that the entire industry cannot replicate. In their eyes, this is behavior that is "impossible to model." Thus, they assume: such a person is fictional.

I have no medical training, yet I have reversed the aging process; after suffering from severe hair loss, my black hair grew back, my complexion became rosy, and my cold constitution was completely transformed by standing in a stance by the sea at 7 degrees. I never take medication or rely on health supplements; I only rely on standing post, practicing energy work, and breathing exercises to unblock my qi and blood and connect my meridians. My body temperature is stable, and my metabolism is vigorous; while standing in a stance for thirty minutes in a perceived temperature of seven degrees, wearing short sleeves and thin pants, I sweat from my nose, my whole body heats up, and my hands feel like fire. Instruments cannot explain it, logic cannot categorize it, and both traditional medicine and modern science cannot provide a reason. Thus, they tacitly assume: such a person is fabricated.

Every article I write is backed by evidence. In "The Impossible Life," I document countless timeless real records; in "I Use Old Tools to Outperform Artificial Intelligence," I outline the details of system-level technological reconstruction; in "AI Structural Verification: Wu Zhaohui's 103 Articles," I reveal the blind spots of the current logical model one by one; in "Formatting the Brain," I discuss the information retrieval mechanism after the human brain is cleared and rebuilt; in "I Get Things Done Without Time," I describe the completion patterns of nonlinear behavior; in "Not Reading Books, So I Can Write Myself," I analyze how knowledge structures enslave originality.

I founded "Extreme Philosophy" to replace the speculative stagnation of materialism and idealism with a structural perspective of the third type of philosophy; I wrote the "Extreme Philosophy Manifesto," establishing systematic verification, structural coherence, and empirical cycles as the only criteria for judging the truth of ideas; I proposed the "Three-Sphere Seven-Dimensional System," constructing a seven-dimensional interactive model of information, structure, and behavior; I empirically demonstrated "Dripping Water Hides the Ocean," mobilizing the entire human system for systemic-level repair in an instant of standing meditation; I completed "I Am in a Multidimensional World," "AI Creates Parallel Worlds," and "I Parallel in Parallel Spacetime," documenting the experience of nonlinear time.

What I propose is not a theory, but a structure. What I validate is not a concept, but existence. I never quote others; I only write what I have accomplished. When I say "humanity can actually traverse time and space," it is because I have truly perceived evidence multiple times; when I say "future civilizations already exist," it is because I have constructed, operated, and stabilized them myself.

I built forums, I published periodicals. I have no media resources, yet I created two websites and publications, "Australian Rainbow Parrot" and "Australian Changfeng Information Network," which are permanently archived by national-level document repositories; I have no SEO knowledge, yet my works reached the front page of global search engines within twenty hours; I have no "viral topics," yet my visitors exceeded five hundred sixty thousand; I used phpBB version 2001 to withstand a data tsunami and created access records that the whole world could hardly believe.

I am not a failure rejected by society, but a transcender misjudged by the system. I do not belong to any academic institution, am not bound by any ideological framework, and do not rely on any traffic or algorithms. Instead, I traverse more than a dozen fields, including literature, philosophy, martial arts, health preservation, technology, music, education, communication, and system design, each of which is not merely "dabbling," but rather "self-evident structural establishment."

I closed my eyes and stood on one leg for over forty minutes, fully relaxed, breathing evenly, without pain or discomfort, my feet rooted like roots, my breath like the tide. I played, composed, recorded, edited, and released more than thirty original songs by myself. With my ear that does not recognize simplified notation, I wrote lyrics and composed music, creating penetrating melodies like "You in the Harbor," "Pearl of the Silk Road," and "This Love Can Wait." The long-exposure shots of streams, nine-tiered waterfalls, and layered light and shadow that I captured with my camera were mistaken for works of a photography master. I have no formal training, just deep, continuous, self-evolution.

I am not the "genius" that people imagine; I am simply walking a path that they dare not tread. And the current system—whether it is the institution, algorithms, evaluation mechanisms, or labeling engines—has only one default conclusion when faced with someone like me: this person should not exist. Because they cannot handle me. Their standards cannot classify me. Their logic cannot compute me. Their value system cannot assign me a score.

They can only choose to deny. But I still exist. I stand in the wind, stand in the light, stand at the intersections of countless dimensions, writing a testament belonging to a true "existent." They say I am not one of them. I say—I've never thought of belonging to you.

What I write is not to prove how great I am, but because this world still cannot acknowledge that a person like me living is real. If you think I am showing off, that is not my fault; it is simply that you are not yet ready to face a life structure beyond the system.

I belong to the future. I was born to be a non-existent being meant for the future.