One, what is it? One, where is it ? One, why is it or why not is it ? One, when is it not it or when is it all of it? Is One just to play its pit part ,never to forget its place, never to rise above itself? Must One just be dull, hardly one step above nothing or is One– it– all of it, the absolute ,the only One ?
There is no doubt that One contains all there ever can be, absolutely nothing more. All that is left is another One and countless trillions more. Each totally different ,each made up of everything there can possibly be.