Not Sure How My Mind Wandered Here.

What would it be like if God complained? What would he complain about? The anthropomorphic reality that he is would probably say something like this:

Do you know what it is like having a memory so good that you even remember what
hasn’t happened yet? That’s me. Oh yes, terrible really. It is as though there
is no future…only the past that hasn’t happened yet. Dreadful. Do you have any
idea how heavy that thought is? The yet to happen past?

Re-read that last bit and imagine God is complaining in a polite and English accent. It may make the words dance a little clearer for you.
-e.d.