Gee, I sure God's comfy in that little box you think you got him corralled in.
Oh, the maker of the stars, moon and sun, the Maker of the Math, is bound by what the sons of men have written in a book and proclaimed loudly at the top of their lungs that this book is the authority over all Life and thus binds God, and binds his free will, because the dirty little sons of men say so. Don't forget the tithes.