Walking Luke at sunrise, facing the ocean with the immensity of God’s huge hand stretching out overhead:

I hear a laugh, a quiet chuckle:

            How big do you say I am?

            You are unable to describe it, I know. Many try. You, My child, I have given a fragment of a glimpse when you think of Me from the smallest particle to the most Heavenly, most …

There is a pause. He is waiting for me to say something. I’m stammering almost, struggling for words, any word at all. “My God, my Father, I love you so much! You know I can’t say anything about what “size” you are.  I only know … you are as close as wind and spray on my skin, as far away as stars and sun.”

            In the binding of your five senses, in what you make of My world, you have made what you call units of measurement.

That prompting is all I need, and my mind is racing, I am thinking of length and width, of weight, mass, of velocity, of vectors. I am thinking of course and distance, of navigation, of measuring, of describing, of quantifying. I am thinking of birds flying, of “lift” and “drag.” There is another laugh.

            I love you so much, watching your mind work. Consider, my navigator, my watchstander,

That I am dimensionless

            Consider what you will need to know as you navigate in the Spirit. Consider your “equations of motion” in information space, in My Spirit space.