A Little Bit On The Road

It is a fantasy I have:

In Its beginning, the Ineffable Being becomes conscious of Itself, of Its own existence, of what It is, of what It can do. Over the eternal past It contemplates what It could be, what It should be, what It is not yet, and every possible thing that might happen on Its way to becoming what It wants to be. Every contingency, every chemical combination, every potentiality, every surprise, discovery, twist and turn...and the world has not even begun yet. It worked out Its perfection - complete and eternal - before the Big Bang. And then, ten billion years later, the earth begins to form. He who was, is, and will be was so before the Beginning, and then became the Beginning: "Now, I will DO it." There were a lot of thoughts and images - "constructs" of what might happen, imagined as possible - that God is not going to use. They are thoughts which were discarded: "Nah, I don't want to do that. Not necessary; does not contribute." What happened to them? What happens to them? Do they manifest pointlessly, or is their graveyard what sheol is?