First Piece [2]
It was useless to repeat the man's words. In the first place, there wasn't much rhyme or reason to what he was saying.
Damien could understand it because he was also comprehending Existence. The words themselves meant nothing, it was the essence behind them, the movement of energy and worlds they caused, that really mattered.
So as Damien listened to the man speak, he learned.
Existence was that type of concept.
It didn't have an end, but it had a clear beginning. It was a line that expanded infinitely in a single direction, and as a byproduct, other things were established around it.
There was no real method to control Existence. Everyone who had the ability to rule it would do so in their own unique way.
For this man, it was through words. Every word he spoke had divine effects, changing reality to fit his image.
But he also knew this method only worked for him.