Then is it His, or is it ours?
I know not—He is fond of flowers.
T. E. Brown.
Compare the well-known lines by George MacDonald:
Where did you come from, baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into here....
How did they all[23] just come to be you?
God thought about me, and so I grew.
The suggestion that we are the result of God’s thought appears elsewhere in MacDonald, as in Robert Falconer: