Go here, to get a sense of your own self importance.
Yes, the Creator of all of that, has a personal knowledge and understanding of you, and sent His Son to die for you (after a suitable period of torture, of course) and He stands out there, in the deep inky black of Infinity, out beyond the very last star, and He holds it all in His unimaginably capable hands, and understands the quiverings of every quark.
Do not attempt to Grok, meat-bag. You'll only hurt something.
Be honored. Be excellent to each other. And quit fucking up.
Oh, and sorry to have been such a little bitch lately. This month poisons the world.
I see the cusp approaching, the burst from darkness, like tearing off a cancerous caul, and we will slip into clean, bright Winter together, with the bright promise of a Spring to come.
If ya'll don't fuck things up...