What is the point of a person?
They watch the news and feel feelings.
They sit for long hours on a chair or a conveyance or in the middle of a field, waiting for something to happen, anticipating a call from the future.
They metabolize. Food. Data. Oxygen.
They feed the body and mind. To the point of gluttony if they can.
A person needs to tell a story, and find meaning. From the heavens. From others.
Can you tell me what the point is?