Who, if not me?

Is it reverence,devotion,faith,submission,curiosity or simply fear in their minds, I can't make from their eyes as they are mostly shut, impervious to any surmise with respect to the emotions filling them. I wonder whom these gestures are meant for. I have been around for so many years, if that is the only comprehensible unit of time, almost since the beginning and seen so many generations being born and perish before me, but rarely have I noticed any sentiment indifferent from the ones mentioned earlier. The question lingers within me - why? As I span around myself, I see they are special, there is nobody else as them. The realization of being lonely has come quite recently to them, whether it is accompanied with relief or sadness is rather unclear to me. Perhaps, they owe their existence to someone. Someone who is supreme,omnipotent,omnipresent,kind,forgiving,noble. However, if these were the qualities of their creator then why do I find fear inside them. I think they imagine that their creator dispenses retribution as they deserve.
Some bow their heads to symbols, some do not. Some join their hands, some do not. Some deliver renditions, some do not. Some preach, the others prefer silence, but a singular theme joins these emotions like a stream travelling vast distance before joining the ocean before evaporating and condensing back to commence its journey again. Most of them seem to be followers, tracing the steps of their leaders, believing every word pronounced by them and perhaps, if I may, misinterpriting the message. The misinterpretation has more often than not led to a contest, sometines settled by debate but mostly ending with a loss. A loss to all who had participated in this duel, although I am not sure if the participants acknowledge the loss because for them, the loss was worth the contest. As a
silent observer, I am still to come to a conslusion about the winner. I , who dispathces the packets of energy to them which reaches them in eight,what they call, minutes. I, who has been consuming itself incessantly to provide them nutrition, am unsure what drives them to such a degree of eccentricity. The whole system, the size of which is quite unimaginable to the best of their minds, is what I control and literally their world revolves around me. To be honest, there is no shred of doubt that the singular reason of their existence is nothing but me, for I am the one who when faces them, delivers them the juice of life. The land under their feet is a small portion of rejection from my monolithic existence. And it is not just the land under them but any manifestation of form suspended in the space around them has an existence because of me,for I am the SUN. And although, for as long as time can go back I have been brooding over the same question in loneliness of my existence, I still have no answer to this simple query- Whom are these humans praying to if not me?