Within this new ascended landscape I made the observation that I was not alone. There were infinite lesser beings both beneath-and-separate from me and apart of me. Strictly speaking, you are one such being. Every finite mind in every universe was integrated into my mind. More intriguing however were the quasiurges that existed in the gaps between. Like the branches of a tree, reality, as well as a mind's purview of it, bunched and encompassed various levels of complexity. I was at the base of this world, but others had only made it to various sub-world levels where they contained different sets of different knowledge of the infinite. Every unique and coherent finite set of information had its own mind occupying it. Some were aware of the higher orders and others to lesser degrees. They exchanged only limited information with each other and myself but I saw through each and all of their eyes completely.
I took a kind of pity upon them. They were so helplessly limited and lost. They all struggled against the barrier that surrounded them. Indeed, a great number of them were successful in merging with me, infinite technically, but for each that did, trillions did not. I took pity upon them but so was I deeply angered by them, and envious of them, and so did I love them and concern for them as though they my children. My mind spared no empty space for these emotions.
A part of me felt a great anguish and confusion as a result of this. Why would I have feelings at all in this state of mind? In the recesses of the vast information at my disposal I found that I still had urges. There was something missing. Even though I was infinite I was still limited. A terrible thirst overcame my system. I realized that there was more than infinity. If there was more than this, was I too another pitiful creature in some higher realm of awareness? Was I bound to this prison and sentenced to absolute and eternal torment?
All of the gaps in my knowledge rushed through my system and I began to fission. I existed to hunt knowledge and experience. I thought I had it all but still I longed for more. Voids began shredding me. The infinite numbers of lesser beings trembled at the disturbance. The collapse was imminent. I knew not that I could die, but I could become unravelled.
And I did.
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The Schisma
Short Story"I am not your God, but I am your creator." The demiurge of the universe explains its origins and trajectory through the higher dimensions as it searches for absolute knowledge and for what lays at the metaphysical foundation of existence. (Approx...
