What are humans for?

What are humans for?  What purpose do they serve?  Must everything I create have a purpose?  I just like to create.  Creating is enjoyable, fun.  The purpose of art is art.  I had no purpose in mind for humans.  I just had humans in mind for the sake of creating.  The idea popped into my mind, and I thought, ‘Why not?’  Creating humans was exciting.  Took a lot of effort, lot of work, very intricate, complex, but I accomplished it.  Even did upgrades.  

One could say everything I create is part of me.  Can a creator create what he knows not?  You could say a human is a portion of myself, at least the thinking part.  I thought humans up, imagined them, designed them and built them, and here they are, my handiwork.  They are part of me in so many ways–how could they not be, seeing they are my creation.  And they are very entertaining.

Does a dinosaur have a purpose, an aardvark, a planet, a solar system, a galaxy, a platypus or dodo bird?   What’s their purpose?  I created humans and everything else for my pleasure.

I had no purpose in mind for humans, even as I have no purpose in mind for creating any of my creations, except maybe a shovel and a broom.  They are useful.

Are humans useful?  Yes.  For entertainment, as a project to see just how intricate and complex I am able to create.

Do I need humans?  If so, what for?  Did I build them to fight a war that needs bodies?  No.

I, like the humans, have purpose in mind when I build.  Some things I build are useful, fulfill a job, some things I build just to see if I can do it, just for the fun it.  That’s why I built humans, for the fun of it.

If I wiped out all humans, all my creations, I would just start over, and I have, and I will again.  A fresh slate is a delight.  It’s like a new canvas for a painter, a blank sheet of paper for a writer, or a new design for an architect.  All thrilling propositions, but no inherent purpose other than for the shear joy of it.  

Kind of like humans having children today, even when they don’t need farm hands anymore.  They have children for the joy of making them and raising them, until their teenagers, then they endure them, hoping things get better, and sometimes they do, other times, not so much.

Humans tend to think creation is about them.  WRONG.  It is like an actor in a play thinks the play is about the actors.  A play is not about the actors.  It’s about the audience.  Humans are characters in my play, for my enjoyment.  Sometimes I’ll end a play suddenly when the actors get out of hand.  Bad actors ruin a play.  No fun to watch anymore.

Humans are like their children.  Human children think they are the center of their parents universe, and act like it, when they don’t get their way.  Humans are not the center of my universe.  Humans play a part in my universe, as do all my creations.  A lot of human problems are caused by their ego-eccentric, self-important thoughts about their place in my creations.  They are mistaken.