Why did we have to create a universal father figure or mother figure and spend all our energy weaving tales around them, creating abodes for them and seeking to find them there, and hoping to lead us to our very end? Why do we need gods? Is it not enough to be a believer, believing that we have roles to play, be they trivial or precious, and being acutely aware of this and seeking a place to fit in?
The universe is the playground and magic is the game. Some try performing the magic. Others watch it unfold. A few reveal the magic. The magicians and the spectators both are equally precious for the act to continue.