I finally finished (up to the current novel, anyway) Jasper Fforde's Thursday Next books.  One of the things he has Thursday contemplate is the "bookworld's" lack of detail relative to reality.  More recently, I've been listening to Philip K. Dick's Minority Report and Other Stories.  Most of the stories in that set are about people lacking complete data about the world around them.  At the moment, I'm listening to Oliver Sacks's Musicophilia.  As usual with his books, the stories are about patients with neurological conditions and how those conditions affect their interaction with the world.

It came to me, as I thought about all these books, that the teleological argument for the existence of a Deity can be thought of as "The world is a narrative; humans are incapable of creating a narrative as richly-detailed as the world; therefore the world must be created by an author who is greater than any human."  Thinking about this, I realized the fundamental assumption is not the existence of a Deity.  It is the assumption that life is a narrative.  I wonder about that.  I wonder about what it means for the human mind.