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The universe is infinite, just as it is. Although this is irrelevant to them, since they are all that exists, what does their extension matter? But who is he?
The Universe and it have always existed, had no beginning, and will never have an end. Nor does it matter to them, since the limits of the performance of time do not reach them, there is no story. But who is he?
He is everything, as is the Universe. It's the Universe, but at the same time, it's not. Because the Universe is everything we know, will we come to know, or the eternal unknown. It cannot be known, so it is impossible to ignore it either, it is above any pretensions of the members of the story.
He is not a god, he created nothing, because everything is him. Maybe it's the whole, but at the same time the nothingness, the sum of the two. The truth is that he is the consciousness of the Universe.
You must be reflecting on this and probably thinking it's total nonsense, but I must inform you that there is the Real World and the World of Ideas, and in this last world, we find the heavenly plane and all the higher entities in layers. Even a rock fragment has a space in the World of Ideas.
Below it, there were two celestials that formed it, Ta and Ea. Ta was the Celestial of time who lived in the bottom of nowhere along with Ea, space. For the most part, if you can say so, since it's difficult to measure anything in these layers, they coexisted in harmony.
But something happened... From the pair's prolonged simultaneity, a third emerged. The balance was broken and the original duo broke up, creating the expansion. The previously concentrated and tiny matter expanded infinitely. With the separation of space and time, they came to exist differently, as did their effects. The rules of the universe that we know today are born.
But mind you, even if time and space came to rule the Universe, they didn't affect it. He was still alone, above all others, in his entirety, in deep sleep. But on one occasion, he felt... a light, a warmth, a presence. It wasn't anything else, it was him yet. The third Celestial, son of the primal dyad, the greatest of the Celestials, his heart.
"Who am I?" he asked, awakened from his sleep.
"You are all of us and even more so," answered Celestial surprised to notice him for the first time.
"What's my name?" Instigated by having someone to talk to, even if it were with some part of him.
"I'm you, so I can't answer you if you don't know the answer. But I have a name, given by the initials celestials. I'm Eok, the energy."
Eok was above and among the other celestials, unable to communicate directly with anyone below but him. His two minds, he and Eok, wandered about philosophical subjects for a period equivalent to thousands of our ages. When they were satisfied with their advances in this field, they migrated almost indefinitely until they exhausted their own imaginative capacities.
Think, they could be very, inordinate, but their minds didn't share infinity in and of itself. They could expand it indefinitely, but they had to, they weren't.
It is a fact that at some point they created avatars and a setting for conversation. Because, as their understanding grew, they needed something finite, even if false, of themselves to understand the totality that they were.
His character consisted of a silhouette of an old man that was only vaguely noticed by the light of the bonfire that was at the center of the environment. On the other side of the fire was Eok, incarnated as a child radiating light. On the way back, there were nothing but stars and endless darkness.
"I can no longer imagine an agenda for our dialogue," said Eok, looking grim.
"Even my mind can't ponder anything using only itself anymore." At this point he paused to look closely at his core. "There are a multitude of things about me that now, in our avatars, we can observe."
"Oh! It's very true! We don't have to use just our psyches, we can use our core, on every layer!" exclaimed Eok, now once again joyful and hungry to knowledge.
"But where do we start? Interval and object, since the laws of the heavenly dyad are applied there."
"Of all things, it seems that life is the richest in knowledge... An infinite number in space and time to then take this ephemeral form, which I had never imagined." The old man placed his hand on his chin thoughtfully, while looking at Eok restlessly. After a while, he opened a satisfied smile.
"We can evoke spirits, randomly in time for each specific interesting event in a period and place, in order for them to tell their most relevant stories."
"It sounds exciting... Stories, countless of them! Can I summon the first group?"
"Feel at ease."