where devas dwell

if there is a cloud layer of beings above this world, invisible and perfect, because space is finite, non-euclidean, and homogeneous, a torus parallel to a sphere, a klein bottle intersecting itself, and if the beings there live 80,000 years, abstaining from meat, and sex, and all manner of the voluptuous, for how can such desires arise in the formless realms?,  it is probable that the beings there exist in a perpetual photosynthetic bliss, mitotic in their propagation and autotrophic in their abnegation, basking in the heavenly glow, devoid of desire because, spore of god and fruit of godhead, their mindful roots weave and unweave unearthly tactile patterns upon a dreamy skyscape.  daydream seems to be the only intersection with this etheral manifold, because night dreams are full of carnal lust and overworked concern, darkly lit and perhaps carrying the smell of old textbooks, worlds of buxom librarians and misparked cars.