A perfect being gets bored just being and the nothingness is too vast and lonely without the being, so a perfect God would most likely blow itself to an infinite number of little bits, then the little bits now shattered quickly scatter back into being one.
It's like one of them thing-things you'd pick up at Spencer's that you'd put on your desk and say hey look at this nifty thing. Then you turn it on and it lights up and blows up and reforms and blows up and reforms, it's pretty but pointless and there's no point in time where it's not chasing the other end.
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