He would decide his limits.
Not some arbitrary number where he would feel content if his Immensity and weight at a certain Depth was fifteen times or twenty times or even fifty times as much as THE Primordial Paradox or THE Creature.
There was boundless adversity in existence.
And his Foundation and Depth and Immensity were adversity that he was going against himself.
Only he mattered in the end.
Not THE Creature or THE Primordial Paradox or anyone else. They had their Foundations and their paths, and he had his own. Their journeys were theirs. His journey was his. The comparison between them served no purpose beyond temporary satisfaction that faded as quickly as it arrived.
He would not compare against others.
He would only compare against himself!
How much grander was he now compared to a minute ago? A day ago? An eon ago?
From this moment in time as he attained Absolute with his other bodies, his path became his own.
And it was incomparable!
BOOM!
