Manner Of Questioning
The two nigh-omnipotent entities of primordial existence, the dark cloud and the divine light, found themselves traveling forward in time. Now, before the Darkness and God, stood a past version of the latter, flanked by the four beings of painfully blinding white light.
This time, the creative work involved the first being of purely white light fashioning what appeared to be a celestial realm. In doing so, he created openings, pathways, and chambers.
"It's a marvelous and intricate structure, Brother. What is it?" came the innocent question from the more feminine of the two entities.
"This," came the informative response from the more masculine of the two entities, "is the beginning of Heaven itself."
"Why did you create Heaven?" the confidante asked in a childlike tone.
"I wanted a place to call home, Sis," the confidant reminisced.
Upon hearing that answer, the former recalled the warning shot she had sent towards the celestial realm. It then came to her attention that the other four beings were staying put completely.
"Are they not going to be involved in this grand work?" she wondered.
"No," answered the latter, "The complex effort put into the construction of what was once my home is too much for my four sons."
A pause ensued between the two of them, as the older sister expressed confusion towards what she had heard.
"You saw earlier how it took the likes of Michael plus a whole lot of Hands of God in order to create," the younger brother attempted to end that confusion with an implied comparison.
"I did," conceded the dark cloud, "but what does creating angels of his own have to do with creating Heaven?"
"Creating Heaven, my dear," the divine light resisted the urge to express the slightest of frustration towards her manner of questioning, "is a more cosmic project than creating a lesser angelic being."
Next, the two divine companions appreciated the spatial endlessness of the work-in-progress. They then compared this to Michael's own creative achievements.
"Why the endlessness?" the Darkness felt compelled to ask.
"Because," God said slowly, "I wanted Heaven to have the capacity to deal with all the rest of my Creation to come."