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// Infinity stacked on infinity, and the infinite path towards not just salvation, but advancement into a state of higher being as all should aspire to do. For if you do not advance you are in a static vacuum, and then you die. 
// Story: The Orphan of The Ark: A Biblical Story. 
// by hector dabullio 
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They went up, into the mountains of the infinities, and see infinity they did not for they could not comprehend it. And infinity was not nearly so intrusive as to force itself upon them. when they reached the top of the mountains something seemed to switch in the geometry of being and they meet a new surface to climb, a surface that should not exist in their eyes for they could see it was impossible. But it was not intrusive and this infinity was a hope. This infinity wanted to see the great things that could be accomplished but never are.
And they went up this infinite mountain, which was a mountain stacked on mountains until it could not fit anymore mountains in the whole of the sky anymore, and then it was just more mountains, filling up the spaces that cannot be filled. For they are spaces that do not exist in the minds eye, yet in the eye of god and the eye of true creation there are mountains that move in the directions that do not exist. Moving upwards towards a single point to enlightenment, where they meet a great shining electrification of a greatness beyond compare. the greatness of mortal advancement met well and fair.


They went higher, and higher, and higher. And never did they stop. And it seemed as though they would never reach the top, but then they did. And they were in a great shining beacon, and then know they did indeed. Know things they did not know before so that the unknowing seemed a little smaller. And then they meet the Angel-Beasts and they went back down, and they felt a little fuller. And the second time around infinity felt a little smaller, but that just means there's a bigger infinity over the horizon they have not crossed.


They went down and boarded their ship and flew away. And the great Sars-Ali-Zars was engulfed in tiredness in his invisible hole, the light peaking above the darkness that he could not reach and just barely see beyond the great wall of decayed flesh engulfing him. The blood seeping out of his head without end, like a demon pulling on the casing of his skull, the red snakes pulled themselves out and slithered away.