And then to oversee all these game fields in their meta-order. A thought takes shape as soon as there is a simultaneous connection between all the points within an n-dimensional field. It is God. So much had they gathered, the believers of the past hundred or two-hundred thousand years. God is not the programme of the world, but the fact that a programme can be discovered, not in a handful of points or data, but in all points and data at the same time.
Believers know better.
It is really there when you lose your way in the landscape, when you lose the game against yourself. He who appears on the Display in every meadow. This is what makes reticent believers so terribly angry, sometimes to the point of self-destruction, at their landscape being enhanced by a motorway, a large viaduct, or an even faster train connection. I imagine myself with no consciousness or subconsciousness. A wild grassy plain, swaying in the storm sometimes, the skies falling down like the roof of a tent, low and grey over the steppe.