*God in his workshop*
Angel: Whatcha makin'?
God: A Universe
A: What for?
G: To sing my Glory!
A: What's glory?
G: Glory is what I desire.
A: How does it work?
G: I put these teeny tiny creatures on this teeny tiny spec and they sing!

*long pause*

A: What fo...
G: MY GLORY!!!

*the rest of the story*

A: I thought you were omnipotent.
G: I am.
A: Then you shouldn't NEED anything. It's oxymoronic.
G: What's that mean.
A: It means if you're everything, you don't need... whadyacallit?
*long pause*
G: *jumps up with raised fist* MY GLORY!!!
A: right

Can you name an alternative method that is superior to finding the truth of these matters?