What is Reality? Truly?

God is truly terrifying. The image of God described in my last post has shaken my confidence in His presence. It's increased my faith. His ability to manipulate matter and energy, space and time is infinite. His ability to perceive and understand is infinite. He knows everything. He can do anything. But the image is terrifying. When I am brought to stand before Him and be judged, will I be totally freaked out? Will I seek to flee from Him, wish the mountains would fall upon me to hide me from His presence?

Quite possibly. Not inconceivably.

Christ is identical.

Width can be rotated into depth and height into width depending on the location and orientation of the POV (point of view). Einstein's relativity shows that time can be rotated into any of these dimensions and any of them into time depending on location and orientation (and relative velocity) of the POV. Physics shows evidence of as many as eleven dimensions, each infinite, each can be planes packed infinitely close or encapsulated infinitesimally tiny in the next higher dimension and can exist in infinite number. Infinities of infinitesimals, inimaginable.

God is terrifying.

Christ is identical.

Christ is an image of love. Of gentle consideration. Of washing the feet of His disciples -- a token of servitude.

God is love.

Is this world an egg? Are we wormy embryos? Is this entire universe, 14 billion light-years wide, packed with immense quantities of matter and energy, simply an extravagant nest for this one little egg? Why not? Our heavenly parents have access to any quantity of mass and energy, space and time. As we develop from embryos to adolescents to adults, how much mass, energy, space, and time will we need to become educated adults?

"Worlds without end have we created." Each an egg? Each in it's own finite 14-billion-light-year-wide nest? Why not? If we dare imagine infinity and know that our imagination is woefully naive and tiny, what is reality? Truly?