My theory is that ultimately the only reality is he who has no name, god, the creator. All else is but his dream projected onto the screen of eternity and we are players in the dream.
I dont know if this will work for you or anyone else, but the best analogy I can make is an experience I had as a teenager on a beach of the northern great lakes.
As I was laying there with my head on the sand looking out into the lake and the sky I started counting the grains of sand in front of my eye and imagined them as a star. The exercise quickly became mind boggling as I accounted for the density of the sand and its depth. But it did not stop there as I tried to imagine that there were more stars than all the grains of sand on all the beaches of the world.
And then the concept expanded even more. Each ‘star’ became a galaxy, and then each galaxy became a universe, with each universe having its own infinity in physical space and a beginning/end in time.
The concepts are inconceivable. He who has no name is beyond existence and yet upholds all creation in his consciousness and is present in all aspects of it.
Thanks.