My Wife Is a Scientist

Mazda and Brahma talking

Ahura Mazda and Brahma met where all true meetings of creators happen not in any single heaven, but in the space between breaths where even gods pause before speaking and shaping how everything was seen from thousands of perspectives and singularities.

Ahura Mazdā created the universe and the cosmic order that he maintains. He created the twin spirits Spenta Mainyu and Angra Mainyu (Ahriman) the former beneficent, choosing truth, light, and life; and the latter destructive, choosing deceit, darkness, and death. The struggle of the spirits against each other makes up the history of the world and is reflected in the choice between good and evil that humanity constantly faces.

Ahura Mazsa looked imponent, fearless, goldish, and powerful. His throne could display what he was behind all his goodness, justice, and omnipotence.

In Zoroastrianism as reflected in the Avesta, Ahura Mazdā is identified with Spenta Mainyu and is directly opposed to Angra Mainyu. Ahura Mazdā is all-wise, bounteous, undeceiving, and the creator of everything good. The beneficent and evil spirits are conceived as mutually limiting, coeternal beings, the one above and the other beneath, with the world in between as their battleground. In late sources (3rd century ce onward), Zurvān (“Time”) is made the father of the twins Ormazd and Ahriman, who reign alternately over the world until Ormazd’s ultimate victory.

It was a place without location and any air for mortals. A white field older than the first word, suspended between the moment of creation and the moment of honest ending that no one could witness. The air tasted of Asha made manifest and ṛta unbroken in the moment of honesty. Two supreme presences regarded each other across an invisible line older than conflict.

Ahura Mazda appeared as uncreated light wrapped in the robes of a shepherd-king, eyes like twin eternal fires that had never known falsehood that could destoy him. Brahma sat upon a lotus that bloomed from nothing and everything at the same time, four faces turned toward every cardinal direction of fate and time, hands gently shaping and unmaking realities with absent-minded grace and faith.

They both watched the same thread and they would actually wonder what they should do with it.

Far below or perhaps within Karl Omega Yang walked through the last gray expanses of Helheim, the Omega ring steady on his finger and the beyond that could be seen only by them, every unfinished piece of himself finally integrated and disintegrated at the same time. The boy who had trained for one hundred million years in a room without time was now carrying the completed weight of his own story back toward a small house in Carlisle and everything that will be carried out in the future.

Ahura Mazda spoke first vehemently. His voice was the sound of good thoughts becoming good words becoming good deeds without effort or real deals under his name for he was ultimate good.

Ahura Mazda: Behold the Axis. The one who did not destroy the old cycle but allowed it to finish honestly. At least, this what it seems, but nothing shall become again. For he walked through Helheim not as conqueror but as witness. He embraced the boy he once was to take him to change everything. He offered the Supreme Demon of Unresolved Cycles the same mercy he offered the gods of Asgard and reality itself rewarded him. That is to say that no one could ever become whole without carrying what once made them feel broken. The thing is, this love cannot pretend it does not include the fear.

Brahma’s four faces turned toward the thread. One smiled. One frowned. One remained serene. One looked almost… amused. At least, it never glared… it showed something new

Brahma: He is a strange thread, and it should be studied, this Karl. I spun many like him across the kalpas dreamers who solve the universe in childhood bedrooms and everything that can be seen in the hell of those dreams. But this one… he does not merely dream or even think about those dreams. He finishes cleanly. He took the refusal to conclude and made it into infrastructure that rewinds nothing, anything, and everything at the same time. He taught Ragnarök how to rest and see the ultimate of reality. He taught Hellheim how to grow green again. The thing is, this reality cannot shape what it should be without first learning how to let go. In that way, we see the greatness of what it means to be alive.

Ahura Mazda’s light deepened, flickering with concern that was not fear but recognition of consequence.

Ahura Mazda: His destiny is no longer written in any single scripture. Not in the Avesta. Not in the Vedas. Not even in the patterns I once laid across the stars. Now, we shll see him closely and clearly. He has become the place where Asha and ṛta meet without needing to conquer one another. The boy who rewrote endings so completely that even I must now ask: what comes after honest completion and real battle? The thing is, this love cannot pretend it does not include every version of what came before. He carries the boy. He carries the true. He carries the fake. He carries the man. He carries the axis. And now he walks home carrying all of it and ,much more.

Brahma laughed a sound like galaxies blooming and collapsing in the same breath that could contain new anomalies.

Brahma: You worry he has grown beyond even your design, Mazda. But look closer. He does not transcend the pattern. He completes it. Sometimes people don't want to hear the truth because they don't want their illusions destroyed…He is the living proof that good thoughts, good words, and good deeds, when trained long enough, become stronger than any divine decree that we could have seen. His destiny is no longer to save worlds or leash them. His destiny is to make worlds no longer need saving. That is to say that no one could ever leave what it means to be alive without first learning how to let it finish honestly.

Ahura Mazda’s twin fires dimmed for a moment, then brightened with something like pride mixed with sorrow and melancholy far greater than they may see.

Ahura Mazda: Then his path is set. He will return to the small house in Carlisle. He will sit at the table with his wives, his sister who now carries three goddesses as one, and the father who taught him to ask the questions. This should be his destiny or maybe something greater happens to him. He will drink tea that no longer obeys temperature or even possibility. And the universe will watch him not because he is powerful, but because he is the first being in countless cycles who made mercy into a self-sustaining system instead of an exception that we can shape. The thing is, this love cannot be avoided. It has already reshaped what it means to exist.

Brahma nodded with all four faces.

Brahma: Let him walk. Let him love. Let him finish what must be finished and begin what must begin. The rest of us… we will simply observe. And perhaps, in time, learn from the boy who taught gods how to rest.

The two supreme creators fell silent.

Far below, Karl stepped out of the last gray mists of Helheim and into the familiar creak of the Carlisle house stairs. The Omega ring glowed softly on his finger not as weapon, not as burden, but as quiet testimony that we can have him do over the period of this new era

Ahura Mazda and Brahma watched him go.

Not as judges.

Not as authors.

Not as conquerors.

Not as observers.

As witnesses to something new.

The destiny of Karl Omega Yang was no longer written.

It was being lived.

Honestly.

Completely.

Wholly.

And without the need for any god to declare it finished.

The thing is, this love could not pretend it did not include every world, every will, and every honest ending that had come before it. In that way, the greatest story was no longer being told.

It was simply continuing and shaping.