How can the universe possible be the same thing as this orange dragon? Sure, it's probably big enough, but the universe has stars, galaxies, and nebulas; not arms, legs, and a head.
"Oh no, I've got those too," replies the dragon, reading your mind again, "They're right here." He pats his plump belly with his enormous hand, easily millions of parsecs across.
"No, don't tell me you ate the universe!" you shout. The dragon just laughs.
"I guess you're having a very hard time understanding the situation, human. I did not eat anything, nor have I ever eaten anything, because to do that I would have to eat myself." You just stare, completely lost. "Let me put it this way. I am the universe, so therefore I am everything. Galaxies, nebulas, all those things are parts of me. Even you are a part of me, human."
"But I can't be a part of you, wouldn't that mean you would be talking to yourself now?"
"I told you, I'm not a god, I'm the universe. I only control my outer shell; everything else just sort of happens on its own. I am aware of everything that I do, like what you are thinking, but I can't predetermine anything."
Your brain is wracked, but then you burst out laughing. You just realized that you are trying to understand the universe, but, of course, this impossible for anyone to do. Even the universe itself just admitted that it doesn't know everything. It's odd, that the orange dragon you are accepting as the universe, the embodiment of everything, is at the same time so ordinary, treating you like you are worth listening to, even though you are absolutely nothing in comparison
"So, um, the universe, why did you bring me here, anyway?"
The dragon looks at you with its huge eyes, sparking like a billion supernovas, and said: