Jesus is your own awareness, the sense of being alive that works everything in you. Since imagination is the one creative power and it never stops shaping the world you meet, its acts cannot be counted or shelved. Every state you have ever assumed, every feeling held long enough to become fact, every unnoticed mood that hardened into an event, was one more thing this power did. No library holds them because they are still happening, in you, now.
The closing word set here is not a record of a finished past but the widening of a life. What was born inside a person keeps producing after him, quietly, beyond his watching. The world could not contain the books because the doing has no end. What you are aware of being goes on writing your world, and no page ever closes the account.