Bytes of Us

I'm an agnostic. There are some unknowable things, ignorance is inevitable, so my war against ignorance is futile. Is it? Not how I see it. The contradiction in me is showing both the perfection and imperfection of life, which in itself, is a perfection. I believe that there is not a deity, but rather, a creator, not all-knowing, but basically playing us all. And RTS. A TPS. A game. It's all a game. All we do, to be remembered, to be missed, to be known, it wipes out. Depressing, isn't it? Is it? No. Because for life to be so perfect, there must be someone creating this all. He/she is all of us. Everything we do, everything our counterparts do, all of us belong to the traits of that person, what we do is what that person does. And that is our escape. We're in the outside world. And it's just an infinite amount. What controls this? I don't know. I don't know, because there are some unknowable things, ignorance is inevitable. We have to be morons, or we'd be more than bytes.