Imagine if you were the most powerful being on the planet, but you had to juggle and be a goofy silly clown and haha funny entertain them with magical tricks of water walking, wine creating to hypnotize and mesmerize them long enough to not rob, assault or murder you to try and teach them the basic semblance of compassion and forgiveness.

And your older sibling, the first born appointed to look after this heap, is so dumb they try to bribe you with a few acres of Type 0.5 class civilization hill billy planetary backwater in the jerkwater galaxy, out on the toilet brush far reaching Milky Way stem away from all of the action in the central core worlds.

I think I understand a little bit. What good is the power if you can't flex on the nubs. But I understand the struggle.

Imagine being born into a wealthy upper class merchant family with political power and you were set to inherit wealth, power and pussy, land, property, workers, servants.
But instead you randomly, out of the blue wander out into the desert, abandon everything behind, go into caves and then create a religion and you build an army and start to just win battle, after battle, after battle yet you never held a sword in your life like Joan of Arc.
And you get taken up to space on a vision quest and you see Jerusalem.
It's just hinky is all I am saying, the Jews wear cubes on their heads, the Muslims pray towards the cube, the cross packages into a cube. And right in the middle of it all a gigantic pyramid made of stacked cubes.
Its hinky.
If there is a creator, then the creator invented humor.