We picture God as distant and almighty: someone you bow to from afar. Śrī Prem Prayojan Prabhu says the whole world worships Krishna as God — but love that carries knowledge of his greatness grows slack; it pleases him, yet doesn't satisfy his heart. A deity stands with a stick of incense — self-sufficient. A baby is helpless: day and night you're thinking how to feed, dress, and bathe him. In Vrindavan it's reversed: Narayan is God, he manages himself, but the child Krishna can do nothing, so we wake him, bathe him, feed him. When the thought "he is God" fades, the mood of service — sevā-vṛtti — flows on its own. "He's mine." You can't own God, you belong to him; a child is yours, held in "mine," mamatā.