Noah took in the words calmly as he thought about it all, his hands resuming their work among the vegetation he was filling with Infinities.
What was the truth, and what was false?
In existence, one could never be entirely sure of anything until they faced it.
Speculation and theory were useful tools, but they remained tools until proven or disproven through direct experience. THE Mnemonic Leviathan's words painted a picture that was terrifying in its implications, but pictures could be inaccurate.
Perspectives could be flawed.
As for Noah right now, he had his focus on understanding the feeling of Absolute as his separated bodies in THE Agora were facing THE Primordial Mycelia, who had seemingly taken over everything there. And yet they were smiling as truly, to their nature, they didn't offensively seek conflict.
Everything seemed despotic at the moment, but he knew these were merely the struggles of existence.
The Adversity.
