relaxed at the spine and wide to the world

Little girl: "Does God have wings?"

Mom: "I don't guess so. He doesn't need wings to fly. God can do anything he wants."

Little girl: "So He can draw without a pen?"

My mind just opened like a glossy-photo, table-top book, pages sliding to their natural position, relaxed at the spine and wide to the world, crease of stress between plucked eyebrows finally smoothed. Infinite. Realizing for the umpteenth time that existence is endless and sometimes unimagined.