It was not yet dawn, as the young man went about the morning chores of caring for his beloved horses, the fog fresh from the ocean cooling him, as he went about his labors, suddenly a light bulb exploded across his mind like a super nova from the farthest reaches of space. He had had it all backwards; it was not he that is LOVE, it was LOVE that is he, it was not he that is God, it was God that is he.

God had created perfect flaw so that she may experience the feeling of being in LOVE, we are, all creation is God's perfect imperfection; he laid down in the corral and stared out at the moon and the stars that were now giving way morning sun, resurrecting the day, for now his mind had wandered Infinity long enough, knowing he had an eternity of nows to wander in.