One of the divine prerogatives that you've been given is the power of your Mind. Even if the world is not yours yet, it definitely is your Mind's: it acts as if it were the Master of the Universe*.
It imperially assumes that all is its to ask, even if not all is its to find an answer to. It boldly comes up with all conceivable and inconceivable questions and fearlessly (sometimes recklessly) juggles (or at times fools around) with all conceivable and inconceivable answers. It is restless and grasping: it wants to stake the standard of understanding onto all it sees, imagines and believes.
And as far as those few boggling questions are concerned that keep you sleepless at night, your Mind hopes to get one day a royally-sealed confirmation of its tentative answers; a confirmation and clarification that will provide a kind of enlightenment that it may spend an eternity blissfully working it out - because it will come from its own Overlord, the Master of your Mastermind.
* which, by proxy, it is.
