76. Sparta
Sparta is crowded. Intellectuals, professors, university undergrads, PhD pursuers, they’re all in serious, heated debate over the origin of the species. Who came first, the chicken or the egg, Kreator or Nephlim, god or man, heaven or earth? An endless loop without answers.
It’s strange; you would think in the omniscience of this age, these questions would have found their hopeless solutions. But resolutions unearth deeper mysteries, reveal higher heavens built upon baser ones, lower hells spiralling below towering typhoons, creation opening up on creation, inverting upon itself, folding over, turned inside out, imploding, and the maths which used to explain known physics no longer applicable. Gods were made by gods, and in turn, those creator deities were fashioned by beings whose province is of a loftier prominence, governing principalities and principles above inferior courts and jurisdictions. Dimensions layered on dimensions; you live and are familiar with three, and can grasp a mote of the fourth. Just as there are infinite two-dimensional variables in a three-dimensional context, there are infinite three-dimensional variables in four-dimensional space. Add a fifth, and a sixth, a seventh...till infinity and beyond, so much so, no entity, no matter how rich the raiment of omnipotence, can claim to know all.
Starbucks is overflowing. Business is good. I need to find another corner. I began to loath what I did for Sparta. Jai-I’s business plan.
Actually it was mine.
Heck, let’s go home.