The Dark Tower Cosmology Page

Hello. This is the page that describes how the Comsology of the Dark Tower series and all its tie ins work.

## **Layers**

The Dark Tower follows a similar cosmological model like the SCP verse does, as there is an infinite amount of layers, each layer transcends the one below. It goes on forever and above, in a cell like prison, sits the Crimson King who wants nothing more than to destroy the entire Dark Tower.

## **Physical multiverse**

The Dark Tower has a physical multiverse. Every "physical" layer contains an infinite amount of universes, each one of them being an infinite multiverse in size. Roland Deschain originally saw 600 floors when he finally achieved his goal of being infront of the Dark Tower, however that can be attributed to the fact that the Tower appeared different to him than it would appear to others.

### **How big a universe is**

A single universe in the Dark Tower already already contains an infinite amount of universes, these than also contains an infinite amount of universes. This goes on forever.

*"Imagine the sand of the Mohaine Desert, which you crossed to find me, and imagine a trillion universes - not worlds by universes - encapsulated in each grain of that desert; and within each universe an infinity of others. We tower over these universes from our pitiful grass vantage point; with one swing of your boot you may knock a billion billion worlds flying off into darkness, a chain never to be completed.”-The Gunslinger*

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As an universe contains an infinite amount of universes itself. It's also said that a single atom contains an entire universe, which would mean that one atom alone is already an infinite multiverse as it gives birth to an endless chain of infinities.

*"Perhaps you saw what place our universe plays in the scheme of things - as no more than an atom in a blade of grass. Could it be that everything we can perceive, from the microscopic virus to the distant Horsehead Nebula, is contained in one blade of grass that may have existed for only a single season in an alien time-flow? What if that blade should be cut off by a scythe? When it begins to die, would the rot seep into our universe and our own lives, turning everthing yellow and brown and desiccated? Perhaps it's already begun to happen. We say the world has moved on; maybe we really mean that it has begun to dry up"-The Gunslinger*

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# A single layer has an infinite amount of dimensions, also an infinite amount of universes.

In world upon world - in worlds strung side by side in multiple dimensions throughout infinity - evils shrivel and disperse: despots choke to death on chicken bones; tyrants fall before assassins' bullets, before the poisoned sweetmeats arrayed by their treacherous mistresses; hooded torturers collapse dying on bloody stone floors. Ty’s deed reverberates through the great, numberless string of universes, revenging evil as it spreads. Three worlds over from ours and in the great city there known as Londinorium, Turner Topham, for two decades a respected member of Parliament and for three a sadistic pedophile, bursts abruptly into flame as he strides along the crowded avenue known as Pick-a-Derry. Two worlds down, a nice-looking young welder named Freddy Garver from the Isle of Irse, another, less seasoned member of Topham’s clan, turns his torch upon his own left hand and incinerates every particle of flesh off his bones.

And the Talisman also tells us how there are an infinite amount of worlds:

*In one sense he was not in the Agincourt at all, not in Point Venuti, not in Mendocino County, not in California, not in the American Territories, not in those other Territories; but he was in them, and in an infinite number of other worlds as well, and all at the same time. Nor was he simply in one place in all those worlds; he was in them everywhere because he was those worlds. The Talisman, it seemed, was much more than even his father had believed. It was not just the axle of all possible worlds, but the worlds themselves-the worlds, and the spaces between those worlds.*

*Jack Saywer was everywhere; Jack Sawyer was everything. A blade of grass on a world fifty thousand worlds down the chain from earth died of thirst on an inconsequential plain somewhere in the center of a continent which roughly corresponded in position to Africa; Jack died with that blade of grass. In another world, dragons were copulating in the center of a cloud high above the planet, and the fiery breath of their ecstasy mixed with the cold air and precipitated rain and floods on the ground below. Jack was the he-dragon; Jack was the she-dragon; Jack was the sperm; Jack was the egg. Far out in the ether a million universes away, three specks of dust floated near one another in interstellar space. Jack was the dust, and Jack was the space between. Galaxies unreeled around his head like long spools of paper, and fate punched each in random patterns, turning them into macro-cosmic player-piano tapes which would play everything from ragtime to funeral dirges. Jack’s happy teeth bit an orange; Jack’s unhappy flesh screamed as the teeth tore him open. He was a trillion dust-kitties under a billion beds.*

*He was the powdered henshit in Buddy Parkins’s nose, he was the trembling hairs that would soon cause Buddy Parkins to sneeze; he was the sneeze; he was the germs in the sneeze; he was the atoms in the germs; he was the tachyons in the atoms travelling backward through time toward the big bang at the start of creation.*

*He saw a googolplex of sparrows in a googolplex of worlds and marked the fall or the well-being of each.*

*He died in the Gehenna of Territories ore-pit mines.*

*He lived as a flu-virus in Etheridge’s tie.*

*He ran in a wind over far places.*

*He was...*

*Oh he was...*

*He was God. God, or something so close as to make no difference.*

*No! Jack screamed in terror. No, I don’t want to be God! Please! Please, I don’t want to be God, I ONLY WANT TO SAVE MY MOTHER’S LIFE! - The Talisman*

## **Long-Time Levels**

The physical multiverse is transcended by layers which contain beings that are almost immortal and eternal. Beings such as the representation of Death come from these layers.

*Clotho: [Be content with this: beyond the Short-Time levels of existence and the Long-Time levels on which Lachesis, Atropos, and I exist, there are yet other levels. These are inhabited by creatures we could call All-Timers, beings which are either eternal or so close to it as to make no difference.*

Short-Timers and Long-Timers live in overlapping spheres of existence-on connected floors of the same building, if you like-ruled by the Random and the Purpose. Above these floors, inaccessible to us but very much a part of the same tower Of existence, live other beings.

Some of them are marvelous and wonderful,-others are hideous beyond our ability to comprehend, let alone yours. These beings might be called the Higher Purpose and the Higher Random... or perhaps there is no Random beyond a certain level,we suspect that may be the case, but we have no real way of telling.

We do know that it is something from one of these higher levels that has interested itself in Ed, and that something else from up there made a countermove. That countermove is you, Ralph and Lois.] - Insomnia

## **All-Time levels**

All-Time Levels are ones from which beings of the Higher Purpose and the Higher Random rule over. These are beings that are above death and are as close to eternal as one can be.

Other than that, there isn't a lot of information when it comes to this level.

## **Macroverse**

The Macroverse is the void beyond the Dark Tower. It is the void that surrounds the multiverse and when Gan let the Tower fall after he moved on, there was Maturin to catch it. Maturin completely transcends the multiverse and it's implied that there are an infinite amounts of lesser version of Maturins, all carried by his true form.

From the fictional notes of Stephen King in Song of Susannah:

*I had a dream last night that I think breaks the creative logjam on It. Suppose there’s a kind of*
Beam holding the Earth (or even multiple Earths) in place? And that the Beam’s generator rests on the
shell of a turtle? I could make that part of the book’s climax. I know it sounds crazy, but I’m sure I
read somewhere that in Hindu mythology there’s a great turtle that bears us all on his shell, and that he
serves Gan, the creative overforce. Also, I remember an anecdote where some lady sez to some
famous scientist, “This evolution stuff is ridiculous. Everyone knows that a turtle holds up the
universe.” To which the scientist (wish I could remember his name, but I can’t) replies, “That may be,
madam, but what holds up the turtle?” Scornful laugh from the lady, who says, “Oh, you can’t fool me!
It’s turtles all the way down.”
Ha! Take that, ye rational men of science!
Anyway, I keep a blank book by my bed, and have gotten so I write down a lot of dreams and
dream elements w/o even fully waking up. This morning I’d written Remember the Turtle! And this:
See the TURTLE of enormous girth! On his shell he holds the earth. His thought is slow but always
kind; he holds us all within his mind. Not great poetry, I grant you, but not bad for a guy who was
three-quarters asleep when he wrote it!
Tabby has been on my case about drinking too much again. I suppose she’s right, but…

## **Void in which IT lives**

*one side or the other. And beyond him, coming up fast, Richie could see/sense something that finally dried up his laughter. It was a barrier, something of a strange, non-geometrical shape that his mind could not grasp. Instead his mind translated it as best it could, as it had translated the shape of It into a Spider, allowing Richie to think of it as a colossal gray wall made of fossilized wooden stakes. These stakes went forever up and forever down, like the bars of a cage. And from between them shone a great blind light. It glared and moved, smiled and snarled. The light was alive.*(deadlights)
More than alive: it was full of a force - magnetism, gravity, perhaps something else. Richie felt himself lifted and dropped, swirled and pulled, as if he were shooting a fast throat of rapids in an innertube. He could feel the light moving eagerly over his face . . . and the light was *thinking.*

*This is It, this is It, the rest of It.''*

IT resides in a void outside of the Macroverse. Not much about it is known, but it is known that IT in its true form is eternal, beyond death and fate itself and is above the multiverse the same way Maturin is.

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## **Gan's void**

Gan or as he is also often called "the Other" resides in a void beyond both Maturin and Pennywise. The latters are nothing more than a mote of dust in his mind. He's the author of all there is and everything that happens is a kin to a fictional story sung by Gan.