God is an empty vessel, containing the entirety of existence.
Life is the same way, empty of innate meaning so we can fill it with our ideas of what it ought to be: what life means to us.
There is an intense yearning within the Godly to blunt the sharpness of swords, untangle the knots that bind both us and others, and soften the glare of our enemies, despite the knowledge that we will all merge with the dust one day.
And probably so will God, even though He’s the life-container.
Because eventually, (as terrible as it is to think about it) there will be no life. Even the infinite loop goes through cycles.
Phoenixes have to perish to be reborn.