The man put his head to one side. "What, do you not understand the simple intricasies of our function in the world?" I sat, confused. "Are you asking me whether or not I know why we're all here?" The man laughed. "Exactly!" I thought, hard, and after a long pause, spoke. "To...help each other? To preserve the environment? To love?" The man leapt to his feet and smacked the table with an open palm. "WRONG!" he shouted. "DEAD WRONG!" He brushed a stray lock of his blond hair out of his face before continuing. "We are here, dear sir, to serve the purpose of a deity. We created them to fulfill our own destinies, to give our wretched, puny lives meaning and worth. You were born with the power of a god, so why not be one? Use your powers, and the world will be yours.