A part of him walked across THE Source Lands.
The rest of him had not stopped moving.
This was the nature of the distributed existence he had built, a thing he had once found remarkable and had since come to regard as simply the way things were.
One body hunted with Eon through ancient Land while other bodies did what other bodies did, each one carrying enough of him to act without requiring instruction from the whole.
He was accustomed to the sensation by now the simultaneous awareness of several operational contexts, each running at full presence, none of them diminished by the others. Most beings found this concept difficult to hold. He found it convenient and glorious!
Across THE Wandering Territories and beyond, the Apeiron were moving.
They had taken to the task the way his people had always taken to tasks he set them: with the thoroughness of beings who understood that the alternative to succeeding was unacceptable. They knew they needed adversity!
