Chapter 7: The First Rational Crisis
Chen Yi stood atop the mountain summit, gazing down at the vast land below. Beneath the snow-capped peaks, the Kingdom of the Logos people lay at a distance that was neither a thousand miles nor within arm's reach.
The Logos people were rapidly expanding and growing; their kingdom was built of earthen huts piled one after another or carved tree holes. After sharing the spoils, they took the bones of countless large wild beasts like the mammoths to decorate their kingdom, constructing palaces from massive, hard rocks.
The Logos people felt proud because of this.
Yet, when looking down from the summit of the high mountain, one would find that the achievements of the Logos people over many decades—the Kingdom of the Logos—were but specks of sand in the world, everything was still so petty.
But this did not mean that He was not pleased.
The Logos people worshipped fire as their own image, and in their hearts, they had yet to find a name to properly describe Him.
However, God did not care about these things.
"The Logos people live long, so long that they have to wait a long time before they can die a natural death."
From the peak of the high mountain, looking at the Logos people who were smaller than ants, Chen Yi mused to himself:
"If any of them dies, then it would mean that, for the first time, a rational being in this world would come face to face with death."