He raised his fist to the sky and yelled at the top of his lungs, "I want answers! I demand answers! I don't give a damn about the meaning of life, but I do want answers!"
Amused, one of the old gods looked down from his lofty perch and then turned to his wife, who just happened to be the Goddess of Wisdom, and asked, "Well, what do you think, should we give the mortal a few answers?'
The Goddess of Wisdom chuckled under her breath. "Dear," she said with a smile, "You know full well how that always turns out. We give him the exact same answers we gave the last few hundred mortals and he'll do the exact same thing the last few hundred mortals did - twist the answers until they fit his preconceived notions of what the answers should be, then run around proclaiming himself to be a god-appointed messiah and demanding that everyone should follow and abide by his teachings. Do you really think that planet needs another one of those?"
"Hmmm,,," her husband mused. "No, I would say not. You're right as usual Pumpkin."