The Master claimed he had a book that contained everything one could conceivably know about God.
No one had ever seen the book till a visiting scholar, by dint of persistent entreaty, wrested it from the Master. He took it home and eagerly opened it- only to find that every one of its pages was blank.
“But the book says nothing,” wailed the scholar.
“I know,” said the Master contentedly. “But see how much it indicates!”
