THE Living Concept did not turn. Its form, a shimmering, ever-shifting cloud of pure, geometric thought, remained focused on the silent, looping carnage!
THE Living Emotive floated closer, its own form a kaleidoscope of every color that had ever been and ever would be.
"But you know," it continued, its tone now holding a note of almost dismissive finality, "all the Systems of Existence that are being used by them, unless altered a great deal, won't allow any of these existences to jump onto the next Scale of Existence. They are beautiful, intricate cages. They allow for immense growth within their bars, but…they are still cages."
WAA!
At this, THE Living Concept finally reacted. A pulse of pure, logical indignation, a conceptual harrumph, rippled through its form.
"Was it so easy to attain the state of THE?" its thoughts were a sharp, clear transmission, a blade of pure reason.
