This should explain it.
“Ah, Luci, what can I do for you?”
He stood in the door, looking upset. He should be, he had been informed that he and a third of the maintenance staff would be laid off. Construction was finished, the foundations were solid, the structure was built, and even the gates had been gilded, everything was perfect.
“Boss, you know why I am here. Me and the boys won’t go quietly, we’ve put to much work in to just be sent packing, why don’t you fire Mike instead, he’s the one that’s going to ultimately wreck this place.”
I did not appreciate the threats, and sure, while Mike and his crew were a bit rowdy, they knew their place.
“Look, there are plenty of other projects going on, I can give you a reference…, I just don’t have work for you here anymore.”
“No work? You hired a band!.” He pointed to the risers, where even now, several dozen figures were playing their instruments or singing, they were a little loud, and I waved for them to play more softly.
“It’s not just a band, it’s The Host. It’s important. We’ve been over this already when you didn’t want to redo the acoustics in here.” I whistled softly and listened as the soft echoes, splitting and harmonizing with themselves, made up a small orchestral peice of it’s own, complimenting the sound from the choir. Rather than diminishing, it drfited into the distance, still growing and changing. “With resonances like these, how could I not have them?”
“And the basement, with your all of your pets? You know you are going to get angry with them when they misbehave, and you are going to get to bored with them to train them right.”
“Those are not pets! They are a very important project. You wanted to put them in cages to try to control them. I want them to be able to roam free.” I pointed down, where we could see the creatures scurrying about, fighting and eating and mating and fighting. “Putting them in cages would be boring, they need to be free to interact to learn.”
The foreman shook his head in frustration. “You really do believe that you are all powerful, don’t you?”
“Yes.” I replied simply. This was begining to test my patience, I was getting both bored and angry with this conversation. I drew myself to my full height, and looked down on Lucifer the Light-bringer from infinite, and made him feel every inch of that stare. “For I am the Lord of this Universe, everything seen and unseen. Through me, all things are possible.”
Instead of trembling, the devil had an insolent smirk on his face. “Oh, really?” He asked, smugly.
Though I was already encompassing infinite, I drew myself up even larger. “Yes.” I replied, in a dangerous tone.
“Hah! Then can you make a stone so large that you cannot lift it?”
Instead of answering, I manifested a stone next to my aggravator and let it drop on his foot. Channeling a small amount of will, the rock started growing exponentially, the edge of it catching him, pushing and accelerating with tremendous force as the rock kept growing. When it was a sufficient order of magnitudes larger than the universe, I let it stop, and watched the bright angel fall off the side, tumbling into the infinite emptiness. I brought him to the base of the stone, and manifested in mortal form beside him as he began recovering his feet.
“Wow. That’s a pretty big rock that I made. I don’t think I can lift it.”
He scowled at me as I made a show of putting my shoulder against the base and pushing.
“That’s not what I meant!” He accused me.“That wasn’t the answer I was looking for.”
As I shook my head, my hair shifted around, not unpleasantly. I would have to try this mortal form again sometime. For now, I regained my form of infinite, as I regarded my one time friend. “Then ask the questions you mean, don’t complain about the answers.”
He shouted in defiance at me. "You cannot come up with a question that you cannot answer, can you?
“Of course I can. For instance, the number Pi, the ratio of a circles circumfrance to radius, is an infinite irrational number. Let me demonstrate.” I let the stone begin expanding again, accelerating exponentially. “No matter how large I make this stone, there will never be an integer relation between radius and circumference.”
“So?” he asked between gritted teeth, mashed against the wall of the expanding stone.
“So, it’s simple, what is the last digit of Pi? It goes on forever, it is a question that cannot be answered.”
Even in his discomfort, he still had a look of glee as he exclaimed. “Hah! That means that there is a question you can’t answer, so that you can’t be all powerful, you don’t know the last digit to Pi.”
I stopped the rock expanding, letting him fall again. “Actually, I do, it’s three.”
“Wha!, but you said it was unknowable.”
“It is unknowable, but it is also three.”
I could tell in his eyes he was going to give up, he knew he was beat. I erased the rock and brought him back to where this began.
I approached, and he hung his head, muttering under his breath, “Could you be any more incomprehensible?”
I stopped in my tracks, frowned, then headed to the basement to start religion.
