He preached nothing and yet his devotees were constantly learning.

He met no pattern, he fit no description, and yet from where he sat he was telling the kitchen what he wanted cooked; he was telling an eight year old what he would be when he grew up; he was scolding someone else about a recent lapse in judgment; addressing someone else about a concern that he/she was yet to express and probably dealing with creation elsewhere in the Universe, all at the same time.

The answer to every question was still ‘How do I know?’ He defies description and he does so on purpose.