His highness’s dignity permeated the room. Children gawked, men bowed, and women swooned. A certain radiance seemed to eminate from the feline king. That is, until he spoke: “gweetings my subjects! I am yo lod and wuler! May my beneficence wain down upon you.”
In that instant, the spell was broken. Awe was replaced by a communal urge to chant “pss,pss,pss” and to try to rub the erstwhile monarch.
I figure that God is the universe and it’s laws. An all knowing and all powerful being doesn’t require deliberation to act, would understand all permutations of their action, and isn’t limited in any way physically. A big bang would be one such way that could manifest.