If an immortal super-being exists, why do we assume that it even gives a care about the flesh and blood creatures found upon this ball of dirt, third strone from our sun?
As always, it's the human ego, with it's predilection for grandiose self-worth, that imagines gods & super-beings that "love us" dearly and/or went out of it's way to create us specially, etc ad nauseum.
