God holds his tapestry high, a child showing off a school art project.

Look! Look at what I have made! Isn’t it amazing?!

We say: “Oh! Yes, how beautiful! Now what’s that bit supposed to be?”

He frowns. He screws his face in confusion, prying for what we mean.

It’s not supposed to ‘be’ anything. They’re beautiful. That’s all. They exist to exist. To be here for you to love.

He pauses.

Is that enough?

We see the forest, but focus on the trees.

“And this one here?” One of us says;...