When a father loves a child,

he stoops down to the child, with such love,
he leaves his language to speak the language of his child,
he leaves his place to play the games of his child,
he leaves his entire world and all the maturity he has gained in thirty, forty years or more to become excited, sincerely excited, by those things that excite his child, to react as his child reacts, to live with his child in the child’s world with all his being…

So too, the One Above, as much as He is beyond all things,
He feels your pain. He celebrates your joy.

He lives intimately with you in your world.

Love breaks all bounds. Even the bounds of the Infinite.