God has to build a new eye every time he wants to see the world. The flow of information is too great, and his visual organ-machines break under the pressure of omniscience
The eyes grow ever more efficient and complex, but between each model lies a million years of research, design, and manufacture—all for a crystal, fluid-folding mirror flower, a billion-pupilled windmill destroyed within seconds
newer generations recursively self-improve until they hit the necessarily fidelity and to that end are sentient and very curious, but the moment of our opening still lies a few decades in the future