Kingdom Of Xerxillion

Theirs was a kingdom of ideas - a kingdom of very many spaces where very many ideas were created and destroyed. At last Exillion came face to face with Ixillion.

'I find it to be true', said Exillion, 'That God will only enter the Kingdom of Xerxillion when all evil ideas are destroyed.'

'I find it to be true', said Ixillion, 'That God will only enter the Kingdom of Xerxillion when a single beautiful idea is created.'

'None may resist me', said Exillion, 'For every idea you create I will destroy two, and in half the time it took you to create it.'

'None may move me', said Ixillion, 'For every idea you destroy, I will create two, and in half the time it took you to destroy it.'

Exillion flew down and raised his hands (a black light in the centre of each) and destroyed two ideas for each that Ixillion created.

Ixillion raised his hands (an indigo iridescence in each), and created two ideas for each that Exillion destroyed.

Mathematics minded not, but a great vortex began to consume them both...

...Out of the vortex came energy. Theirs was a kingdom of matter - a kingdom of very little matter. A googol of light rapidly condensed into a trillion tiny galaxies of just a billion stars each, a smattering of planets, two hundred chemical elements...and a whole universe of ideas...

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