Time Dilation- A Day and A Thousand Years

With time synchronization on my mind recently, I am drawn once more to this verse:

2 Peter 3:8
But do not forget this one thing, dear friends: With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day.

I was considering that this may not be an indication of a complete separation from time for the Lord, but rather an illumination of borderlines present for time dilation. If this were the case, perhaps it is a middle ground that is sought, where the day is multiplied and the thousand years is divided by the same number to identify where synchronization can be found between them. If looking for how many years this would lead to from each perspective, this would be written as the equation:

365x=1000/x

x^2=1000/365

x=1.655211777204

This means that these two perspectives would find common ground at about 1 and 2/3rds years. If this timer began at the beginning of 2022, for example, it would be coming up here at the end of August. This is a new idea for me, interesting to be sure, but as of yet I have no further thoughts as to where to go with it (though it does align with when I finished Two Dozen Roses, which were also a prominent feature in in the pivotal "hell in heaven" dream). Regardless, I thought I would get it down.

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