Your claim of a final answer feels familiar, rehearsed.
Why the insistence on strict rules, on one definition? …
Perhaps a hidden motive lurks behind the demand for conformity.
God can be a destroyer, a father, a whisper, a storm—any label fits.
To cage the infinite in tidy words strips its mystery.
Dissecting the divine only fragments a boundless energy.
Language falters, concepts blur.
Let us stay open, let many visions coexist, without forcing a single shape.
In the quiet, we sense that energy, unbound, still calling within us.