But what about before God?

A: But what about before God?
B: There was no before…
A: You don’t see how ridiculous that sounds?
B: Of course I do, just as it is to say–
A: –there will be no after. Yes.
B: So…it’s different.
A: I gather…. How so? That’s just what I’m asking.
B: I think we can actually grasp a little bit of it from how we find ourselves–
A: I can’t possibly see–
B: –Really. We find ourselves thrown into the world with our worries and our histories, our guilt and our projects. Well, time seems to be the anchor and home of all of these.
A: Indeed…
B: But our lives as a whole, all these things as a whole, these projects and woes, that we are alive at all, that life has come to us, seems not only to be a matter of time. This life, if it is loved and affirmed, is not loved and affirmed the way a flower is. It is loved at its peak intensity, that is, in eternity, where it shines forever outside of time distilled and magnified as what it is, beyond any particular bloomings and wiltings.
A: That is not affirming the whole, that is making all the parts conform to a certain whole.
B: There was once a man at a spinning wheel who spun all the finest garments in the land. He had garments of silk that would seduce you with a brush on the forearm, garments of wool that would layer you from the harsher days, garments of some unheard-of fabric that only he was privy to. Now, it was discovered after a generation that the man had lied to everyone, and he was not spinning fabric at all but only dreams and lies. Would you agree with this man that he had been in business spinning garments for thirty years?
A: Well, everyone wore the clothes…
B: But it is their nakedness that endures.