Today, I was thinking about you and trying to comprehend what your life without time is like.
How the universe looks from the outside, and what it would be like to see the cosmos being born in your hand. To hear your voice creating everything from nothing, and all dimensions emerging from the singularity at the tip of your fingers. The roar of that miraculous explosion that, rather than creating chaos, brought order, just like the dust from which you formed me, just like the mud that restored my sight.
I love you because, although your designs are incomprehensible and your greatness infinite beyond my understanding, you have shown me that you love me, and that the distance between the infinite and the minuscule is not a problem for you.