Humans will come up with stories to justify why they are here. Certianly not the simple explanation of premortal ooze. That's too slimey and dirty. So we invent illusions of glory. Filled with rediculas stories and marshmellow clouds. It looks good on paper, but just plain silly. We are basically one celled creatures in a complex universe. A planet of people that has such little understanding that we still believe a fat white guy lives in the clouds and rules us. Think about that, then have the nerve to reply. With all due respect of course.