Imagine traveling zillions of light years and battling murderous enemies so that you may find the meaning of life or failing that how to stop a Satanic invasion from overrunning humanity. You finally meet God, and you're so exhilirated that somehow you got to this point that you even manage to ignore that God is an idiot who tells you to have faith, and what you do is what you believe. After reading 3,500+ pages in order to reach the plot's resolution, and while the trilogy really was a waste of time I have to admire Hamilton: he wrote almost 4,000 pages of crap, managed to get it published, and managed to get a lot of readers (myself included) to read it. Is life really this boring and meaningless?