God's Problem

It's like we always want someone to tell us the answer but... holy shit, I think I just figured out our problem, as God.  It's that there's no one to tell us the answer.  We are all there is.  We can keep experiencing and learning in this Gaia interface, or we can learn to tune in to other realities, but we can't run from ourSelf.  There is no one to be with and no one to tell us the answer unless we break ourSelf into 2.   Divide, grow back to size, unite.  Divide, grow back to original size separately, unite again.  And I bet it happens to the tune of Fibonacci or the Golden Mean.  Obviously.  Breathe in, breathe out, existence.