So, you see, in the beginning was the Word. And the Word became flesh in the cloth of human universe.
But only a poet can expand the universe by paving a way to new realities, like ship with Hawking engine passes under Einstein time-space barrier.
To be a poet, I realized, a true poet, was to become the Avatar of humanity incarnate; to accept the mantle of poet is to carry the cross of the Son of Man, to suffer the birth pangs of the Soul-Mother of Humanity.
To be a true poet is to become God.