It makes no sense to expect that the object of creation can possess the mind of the creator. There’s just no way around this.
Your mind in this discussion is more like a bird flying into a window, falling down, then flying into it again, over and over. Me, I’m just another bird, sort of like you. I know how hard that window is.
When you’re away from the computer, maybe driving down the road or waiting in some line somewhere, or trying to fall asleep at night. I would ask you, humbly, to consider something. (If you don’t fear nonbelief, you won’t shun a moment’s contemplation of Christian mythology.)
Think about the idea that any good in you is put there by God, and any love in your heart is love from God. Think about God’s handwriting. There in the bosom of a man, every beat is another moment of life, another chance to live. To think, to dream, to see what’s right in front of you.
What was the point of David's child's conception by a god that clearly didn't want it to happen?