A randomly picked man, was a made into THE God, the one and only supreme one of whatever ficional verse he inhabited. This man wakes up, feeling healthier and stronger than ever. In fact, his strength alone affected his mindset and not long after, this man became a ruthless absolutist, who exploited his whole universe for his own personal entertaiment. Not even a gain or an unfair trade...just brutal amusement.
The same being that bestowed such authority upon the man, knew what will become of him and it knew exactly how to deal with him. The tyranny of a Supreme God was only needed to show mortals of that tiny universe to live independably of a belief in a cosmic 'saviour', ready to either give them the joys of Heaven or the suffering of Hell. The mysterious entity already knew that the mortals would be changed and it and all of existence were satisfied that the Man-made-God was dethroned by the very being that had given him this so-called 'Throne of Existional Superiority'.
All rejoyced, except one...the man-God himself. He was so filled with haughty frustration that the emotion literally bleaked out of him like an aura. He called out for the unknownable enitity, cursed it, swore it, claimed its actions 'unjust' and 'unbiased' and finally started demanding his 'sweet-reality warping powers' to be brought back to him that instant. Four days he yelled and accused like Job's friends never ceased to frame him for doing 'wrong'.
An answer, the man never seemed to recive, but on the next morning, he found himself in an odd situation.
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He woke up in an office. It was of the 21th century. White walls, brown worktable and a computer. Typical for low-ranked employees. There were two doors facing each other. The door on his left wrote:"4D", while the other one- "2D". First he opened the "2-D" door and shockingly he began to feel weightless and insignificant. He had been reduced flat to a two dimensional man. Through his flat voice, the man screamed and ran back in the most castlevania way possible. Once he his flattened feet made contact with the cold floor of the office he found himself in first, they thickened and grew in volume.
Now back to normal, the man tried to collect his panicked thoughts. He knew as much of where he was as you, the reader do.
Looking around, his eyes caught the "4D" door. With tremendous reluctancy the man slowly made his way towards the handle. The trembling of fingers made, opening that door much more of a challenge.
When he stopped forth into the world beyond the wooden door...he, again felt oddly weightless. But it wasn't so much of him being without weight as it was him transcending weight. The man's own mind couldn't comprihand the severity of his transformation. He felt more powerful than he had ever been, even as a Supreme God. The laws of physics had absolutely zero effect in this dimension.
Straightining himself from his little self-worshipping, the God-Man looked up and saw another door, of the same wooden material. Only, it had "5D" written on it. The God-Man smirked, already knowing where things were about to head. Due to transforming into a fourth dimensional being, therefore transcending any level of knowledge and wisdom any 3D mongrel could ever achieve.
He did a slight teasing dance-walk to the seemingly quite normal wooden door. Instantly, his body transformed-remodelled its system, fitting to that of a 5D being. The transfiguration was only processed as a tickling feeling to his stomach and a cold breeze over his formerly fourth dimensional hair.
The God-Man hummed, not even caring enough to note the complex structures of the Fifth Dimension. To a mortal scientist, such an image would've been madness-inducingly enrapturing, but to him, it was like a jaywalk in the park. He already knew what awaited him there. Another door, leading to yet another hyper-physical dimension. Even as a narrow-minded mongrel, he knew quite a lot of stuff regarding spatiality and he knew about the majestic theory of "Spatial Strings", made up by some pondering scientists. Apparently, the three dimensions we know of and can comprihand are only the basics, the lowest step to the staircases of worlds, the celestial troposphere of the multiverses' transfininite atmosphere, the tip of the iceberg. There were eight others, each more complex and more wonderous than the next.
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'5 steps taken, 6 to go...' the God-Man thought, his 5D thoughts practically echoing across an uncountable number of fourth dimensional worlds, with each of its inhabitants processing it as a message of a mighty God. Not that, compared to them, he wasn't like the omnipotent Yawheh.
Once more, he opened a door, once more he converted into a higher plane.
'5'
Another door, another step forward to the unknowable infinity that awaited him there, at the 11th door.
'4'
As he passed through doors, extra-dimensional realities and altered planes of existence all trapped in a mirror of super-celestial links and windows, the man anticipated what that great Dimension of Dimensions might look like. The eleventh one. Nobody knew, even he, with his beyond-comprihensible knowledge. The thought of True Omnipotence likely awaiting him there, just standing there...like a princess, ready to be ravaged by his gropeful hands. It almost made his mouth wet with space-time saliva.
'3'
'2'
'1'
There it was. The door to actual heaven, existing beyond all interpetations. What a wonder, he had gotten to it!
The God-Man, now with a body that couldn't be described even by the most creative astronomically-literature novellist, as there was not a single possibility for a filthy three-dimensional mongrel to understand his structure. He put an extra-dimensional hand on the surface of the door. Not-so-surprisingly, it felt like a normal door, yet the "11D" sign was obvious. With one last oogling breath, the man closed his eyes and stepped in, expecting eternal and absolute godhood. Perhaps, the being who gave him pseudo-godhood in his previous life would greet him there. He'd surely want to take revenge for the humiliation he suffered.
To the dismay of his extremely high expectations...the room was anything but unordinary. Clean desk, white moldy walls, a light bulb made in the 90s and a classic windows XP computer. It was...exactly the same as those other rooms. The feeling of transcending from 10D to 11D was relatively same to the one he felt when he converted from 4D to 5D.
And then, the most outstanding factor of all-A door. A door which had a '12D' sign. Biting his lip, a raging scream threatening to erupt from his bulging throat, the man looked at the room in infuration. He accidently let out some of his anger in the form of a ripple, blowing away the complex multiverse he was in to oblivion. Nothing remained of the last 10 rooms, including this one. Only that freakish '12D' door remained, remaining him, one thing:"No matter how big or strong you are, there will always be something above you".
He felt pain stinging in his now-immortal heart. He felt greatly humiliated once again, pride crushed, knees shuddering downwards. He clenched the hem of his clothing, which somehow had remained unchanged. There were no tears, just shuddering frustration and shame. Like a teacher was lecturing him.
Like a teacher was lecturing him.
The reminder of THAT entity, whatever or whoever it was, send sparkles in his heart, and not of the good kind. Furious beyond mortal belief, the God-Man stormed off into that damned piece of polished wood. He kicked open. There was another room, another door waiting for him. He kicked again. Again another room, again another door.
Kicking and kicking, screaming and screaming, running and running...it was all worthless, for the God-Man himself did not realize it, he was trapped forever. What happened to him you dare ask? O' foolish child, with small mind breeded...you have no needs to worry about that fate of his.
No matter how eternal, immortal, divine, omnipotent you are...there'll always be something above you. So much above you, so little below you. So far from truth, so close to falsity. So stripped of reality, so clad in illusion. Only the living paradox can escape such limitation.
Who is he? No. Not 'he'...WE.