What's the point in having gods at all?

Doesn't make sense on soooooo many levels. I lost interest in trying to find some kind of logic in it after "In the beginning..." Why would an omniscient, omnipresent, perfect entity suddenly be seized with an impulse to enter time, space and conflict when it could be spending eternity contemplating its omniscient, omnipresent, perfect self? Was it curious? Not omniscient. Was it lacking something? Not perfect. Any doubts or desires at all?

Not "God".

Faugh.




“Life is a whim of several billion cells to be you for a while” ~ Groucho Marx