To a Crawdad, we are God

Isn't it funny that we think there are only five important senses in the whole world?
We're human. We are the epitomy.

"But what about Echolocation?"
Shut up, nay-sayer, that's just sight and sound mixed together. Silly.

But to sightless, soundless creatures, wouldn't our presence be like that of God? Present, but indescribably so. Nearly incomprehensible.

Also,
We waste our minds like litter in the gutter
(That was going to be the title, if I hadn't remember the Crawdad bit).
We take advantage of the fact that we can time-travel with our memory and our imagination.
"Time-travelling? But you can't change anything?"
Right. You can't change anything in your past, or the fabric of your existence will shift, correct.
You can, however, pretend something hard enough that it becomes real to you.
So you can reimagine your past and that will dictate your future.

So we can time-travel, essentially, but this feature comes standards in most models of human, so we forget about it like a dialpad.
It's just there.