We all have a story.  A history.  A series of memories that mold and make and mix-match us.  That fold us up and put us away.  That He made us stories, walking around writing and trying to re-write ourselves.  Change fonts, flaws and foils.  That He'd introduce us to Himself as "The Word" - you'd think we'd grasp that in every substance we are His.  Who can build a story without a word?