God possessed an eternity - ETERNITY! - that thrilling infinite instant, that limitless space without borders or measure or clockbeats.

And yet, he decided to make Time.

I think this has to be an argument for the importance of film studies. God was a moviegoer at heart. In the glorious hallowing domus of eternity, he really found himself wishing there were something really good on to watch.

And so, he made Earth. And little people to! And heroes and villains and saviours and mismatched brothers stealing from each other's mouths and eating each other's arms.

And Mary. She got some screen time too.
She was ohso overwhelmed when the angel came and told her the news, its sweet tones immaculate.
Mary's eyes were starlit. And Mary said to the angel, "I am filled with the light from your mouth." And Mary said to the angel, further, "You annunciate so clearly."
And the angel answered, "Really? Well you drop your consonants. Earthling scum."
But by this point, God had tuned out. He'd skipped over to the Noah channel, where a camel had fallen overboard.
He missed out on the sex scene as well.