When I died I was much surprised to meet God.
“You didn’t believe in me, in my literal existence, did you?” He asked.
“No I didn’t,” I replied. “I thought you were a way of talking about being human in the world.”
He laughed and said, “That’s the spirit! Good for you. There was no evidence or reason to believe otherwise. It’s what I would have thought myself.”
So I asked my question, “Why did you create rational people with free will then, when some of them would surely reach erroneous conclusions?”
“Oh come on, ” He said, “that’s an easy one. I created humans to be self-creating. They are open-ended. To keep things moving along, I needed people who could ask new questions unto eternity.”
“Dang,” I said, “so I was wrong. You exist and this is the afterlife.”
“Oh no,” He said, “you were right.”
Michelangelo, Creation of the Sun, Moon, and Plants
Star Child, Excerpt from concluding scene of Stanley Kubrick, 2001