Once upon a time, there lived an able sculptor in a village. He carved statues of many Gods and lived his life with family. Priests and religious peers would approach him and get statues of their respective Gods, carved out of rock.
One day, an old man approached the sculptor and wanted to buy God's statue. The sculptor asked which God he would like to get carved. The old man replied the God the sculptor believed in.
The sculptor said he did not know about
God, but he carved many statues, whom priests and people bought. To him, rock was God and not the images he carved on it. When he looked at the old man, he said "I am formless from the beginning, but shrewd people established religions and named me for their narrow benefits." And, saying this, he disappeared!