The chinese call me "Yen-zti Bai Go", meaning Dragonfly of the 9th Dimension. Within each of my cells contain the dna for every living creature on the planet. But if a species goes extinct, that genome is removed from my cellular memory by way of 10 thai midgets with forks.
When I transcended from my mere mortal body, I ate a cookie and drank milk. Then Santa Claus came and discussed why he should retire from being one of the owners of the Detriot Lions. I shook my head and with a powerlevel over 9000, I shoo'd him away so I could concentrate on the expansion of my medulla ablongata.
Yet when I awoke the next day, my body had disappeared, replaced instead, by a tree. I contemplated the meaning of this for five minutes before the reality dawned on me.
when you are a tree, don't worry ! Our Father said to Me once, that trees sing for Our Lord. I Asked to be a tree twice...
Do not ask which creature screams in the night,
Do not ask who waits for you in the shadow,
It is my voice you hear in the night,
and it is my body that lurks in the shadow,
for I am Tzeentch, and you are the puppet,
that dances to my tune.
The greatest mystery the universe offers is not life but size. Size encompasses life, and the Tower encompasses size. The child, who is most at home with wonder, says: Daddy, what is above the sky? And the father says: The darkness of space. The child: What is beyond space? The father: The galaxy. The child: Beyond the galaxy? The father: Another galaxy. The child: Beyond the other galaxies? The father: No one knows.
Or one might take the tip of the pencil and magnify it. One reaches the point where a stunning realization strikes home: The pencil tip is not solid; it is composed of atoms which whirl and revolve like a trillion demon planets. What seems solid to us is actually only a loose net held together by gravity. Viewed at their actual size, the distances between these atoms might become league, gulfs, aeons. The atoms themselves are composed of nuclei and revolving protons and electrons. One may step down further to subatomic particles. And then to what? Tachyons? Nothing? Of course not. Everything in the universe denies nothing; to suggest an ending is the one absurdity.
Yet suppose further. Suppose that all worlds, all universes, met at a single nexus, a single pylon, a Tower. And within it, a stairway, perhaps rising to the Godhead itself. Would you dare climb to the top? Could it be that somewhere above all of endless reality, there exists a room?