the Douglas Adams Silmarillion
In a hole in the fabric of the universe there lived a god.
Now, this was not one of those minor gods of bedtime stories or petty wars for heaven; this was the One God, all-loving and all-knowing, who created the world – only he hadn’t created the world just yet, which is why he was sitting in a hole in the fabric of the universe.
This God is known by many names - or, at least, he will be, once there are entities other than Him in the world, which at the moment there are not. The Elves will call Him Eru Ilúvatar and He is really looking forward to it.
It might be wise to back up a little. Well, Time has yet to be invented, so technically we cannot ‘back up’ at all, but there are some things that ought to be said before we proceed with the primary narrative here, which is how Eru Ilúvatar got around to making the Elves that would call him that name, and then to the long string of catastrophes that would get some Elves in the habit of cursing it.