The answer is contained in the question itself.
For the answer is always the ever-existing that-which-is.
And the question?
Only a modulation of it.
Grieving at the loss of his only beloved daughter,
a man burst upon the Master abode.
With tears of anguish and anger,
he shouted "What is God?".
For such a period, the Master remained in silence,
that it seemed
he had not heard the anguished
question.
Then the Master gently said,
"Your question itself contains the answer.
What is,.........
is....... God.