The Spirit of the Light was there.
This was fundamental for the disciples who became battlers.
The monks felt for each other, as if they were all one.
The trees felt the forest.
While the forest was without trees.
Multiplicity and wholeness.
Hypergroup.
∀xeH: xH = Hx = H
This property had liberated the group.
Everyone was a net of others.
The monks were also the monastery, wherever they were.
Everyone within the whole.
And the whole, no one.
Readjustment of the enemies.
They had never seen such a spirit.
Usually each one was fighting for himself.
In this case, everyone was fighting solely for others.
As the one didn’t exist.
The neural network had become a brain.
It wasn’t electronic.
But photonic.
Bose-Einstein statistics.
With the spirit of the Master, the Beast was born .
Because, only this was able to fight the savage.
Reconstruction .
Rewrapping.
Metamorphosis.
The disciples were no longer at a single point.
A superstring was created .
And the Master was intertwining.
The space was filled with grey fields.
And only the light could make them disappear.
That’s how together they utilised the endless blue.
The bridges constituted a circuit.
A change in Time was now feasible.
And this space could support the universe with the closed timelike curves.
It was a matter of time.
And the Time was on their side
When the Beast played, the wavefunction changed .
Without it collapsing though.
The context was transformed into a battlefield.
The enemies were almost everywhere.
Almost.
Exept for Time.
The resistance dwelled there.