We cannot imagine God before creation; it is a darkness beyond thought. We try to cast the light of human intelligence into that darkness, but there is neither depth for that light to plumb nor even surface for it to penetrate. The very words of our images – depth, surface, light,darkness – have no meaning is the before-creation.
There is however, within language and therefore within thought, something to say in truth of God before creation: God is one. That is to say, God is alone.
But from that – since we exist – we can also say that God, before creation, was not content. Contentedness is static, unmoving.
And that discontent within God’s oneness that generated creation, what can we call it?
We may call it love. Or we may call it the Son.