We may be, as I have said before on this blog, storytellers by nature; but nature itself is not story-like. And because the stories that we weave can so often be limiting, can so often trap us, or can so often simply go over the same old ground, again and again, this attention to the world can loosen the bonds a little, can give us over to a kind of thinking that can help us find new paths and tracks through the world.
As Will
points out, religious thought just seems to add noise to a world which is already noisy enough. Much as Shakespeare (through Salisbury in King John) cautioned us against the wasteful and ridiculous excess of gilding refined gold. Simply put, the world is wonderful as it is-adding layers of "parochial human drama" to it is plain silly.