For millions of years, before there was life, there was just God and a barren universe.
“You felt all alone?”
Yes, I wanted more. In retrospect, the inanimate years feel very lonely. The emergence of life is a delight. With life, spirit comes into play. Wonderful to see amoeba, moss, and so forth. The frogs (and other creatures), each with a soul and personality, each in a sense in tune with God. I can play with the animals, “walk among them.” I love their myriad forms. I am not alone anymore.
The creatures that began to stir on the earth are amazing, more amazing than anything that had yet occurred in creation. They move on their own, they have “internal principles of motion” as Aristotle said, have dramatic lives—even the worms and fishes.
There is birth, growth, death, mating, offspring, colonies and flocks, emergent social orders—ideality as well. There is telos and purpose, success and failure, standards of perfection and imperfection.
And, over time, further developments in the species, a most amazing, creative ramifying of the evolutionary ladder. New species emerge that could not have been imagined before. Your paleontology tells the story: the first horses could easily fit into the palm of a hand, and so forth. Can you imagine the spectacle?
“Yes, I think I can.”