My God is not perfect. She is beautifully maniacal, enigmatically inconceivable & unequivocally masterful. Even a well written, beautifully orchestrated cinematography, pals in comparison.
As we attempt to describe fate and the exponentially minimal, coincidental yet problematic probability of two soulmates finding one another through Earths every adversity.
She is deeper than a love story. With every plank second that passes she seamlessly calculates any imaginable number of possibilities throughout the Universe. She is beyond psychometric (IQ) comprehension.
Call her every conceivable word of praise You can imagine. Then apologize for insulting her.
Now imagine for a moment.
The one who created her!
That would be my God. Thank you for reading.
Mackenzie Wingfield, Recyclepress 