He is a vast existence—
one that bows to nothing.
No one knows when his awareness first came into being.
No one knows when his consciousness awakened.
He is the universe itself.
No—
far beyond that.
The entire omniverse exists as him.
What is his form?
Some say he resembles an octopus… or a squid.
A mass of soft, writhing tentacles, constantly shifting, never still.
And he has a face.
Yet no two witnesses agree on what that face is.
Human.
Something else.
Each observer sees a different visage.
His body is translucent.
Within it stretches an endless expanse—
a vast, infinite cosmos.
As if the universe itself had taken shape.
What is his size?
That, too, depends on who sees him.
To some, he is no larger than a man.
To others, he towers like a mountain.
Those who travel through space claim he is as large as a planet.
The gods themselves insist—
he is greater than the multiverse.
And yet—
he exists even within the world of subatomic particles.
His size is not fixed.
It is absolute.
Freely changing.
Without limit.
He does not interfere.
No matter what happens.
No matter who suffers.
Even if the universe itself faces destruction—
he does nothing.
He understands everything.
Sees everything.
And chooses—
not to look.
Even the pleas of gods mean nothing to him.
He answers to no one.
He is the infinite existence.
Eternal.
That is what people call him.
The Infinite Being — End