There doesn't seem much point to life except as a form of entertainment. Given our infinite need for stimulation it seems appropriate to devise a game that is endless, has no manual and always filled with new adventures some of which will include war, disease, pain, and brutality. And even with the reality of our own personal experience we still seek more stimulation by doing such things as renting videos that portray the drama of life. We never get enough. I suspect that the whole point of three dimensional existence is to avert boredom. Of course everything I have said assumes we are infinite and solely responsible for existence itself.