hmm..what to write... lets try a poem.. hahaha

He walks alone
Holding a book that speaks of no words
But from the book
Planets, stars, milky way, universes are created
He doesnt write the book
Nor does He see a need to
Thats how it is, it has been
He isnt the master
He sees no need to control it

He walks alone
Pages are flipped
But He did not turn them
The book shows Him its pages
Its empty pages
But He doesnt look at the pages
He looks beyond them
Things that cant be explained by words

He walks alone
Holding the book in His hands
He walks for eternity
He does not stop
He sees no need to stop
For if he stops walking
Everythings stops in their track
Dont ask why
Thats how things go
Thats how things work

He walks alone
But yet He isnt alone
He has Everything in his hand
Everything is in the book
Yet the book speaks of no words
No language
But from its empty pages
Everything is created
He isnt the master
Nor is He the servant
He is just Him
Walking alone
With the book in his hands
Walking, for eternity

He is not God
God is not needed in a place where only He exists
He is Him
He needs no title to determine who He is
In a place only where He exists
He needs nothing
For he has Everything
Everything is in His hands
And yet He walks alone

hahahha i dont think anyone will get what i am trying write here. HEck i dont even know what i am writing. thats why this is the mind of the blabberer =D