In the beginnning for a short period of time, there was nothing. Nothing was peaceful and kind and a lot of other things that to truly explain the perscribing of would perplex even the most proficient. The world was everything and nothing and in a moment it was everything and everything, so fast and hot and burning that the soul was chaotically created.
if you listen hard enough to the earth you will hear it explain to you your purpose, but it will tell you in a language you cannot and will never understand. if you can decypher the meaning, from context clues, you may approach "perfection" or a state of living marked by the knowledge of what you individually were created to do. if you cannot, you will choose something anyway. you will still live, and you will still die. it is of no consequence to the universe.
It is also said that, at the very dawn of the universe, concepts were created without intention but the inherent nature of applicability to all things. First came Star, and then Death, and then all other stars followed suit and the rest of creation. One such star, or collection of chaotic spacedust (can you justify a difference?) raced the cosmos as an act of being. One day, he was captured by the Heirophant, and the act of his capture created the image of an angel.
The majesty of angels is that of the mirror - simultaneously all powerful watchers who created humans in their own image, designed to be wandering and chaotic creatures, to love and make and kill and die... and, theoretical inventions of said chaotic human beings, created in their own image. What if I had wings? I could fly, so so far away.
To believe that both are true at once is to understand this written intention. To imagine it through a narrative of human and angel beliefs, each convinced that one created the other, conveys the majesty of the author's lavender delusions.
There are a few words I could use to describe humans in terms of the other categories provided to you: one could stray into such wide, all concerning territory that they referred to humans as "children of the universe" and while many associate the concept of a "Starchild" with the belief in aliens, in reality the title is no less strange than suggesting we are all children of God, or Jesus. In this scenario, it is in fact even more literal - we are made up of the matter created in the Big Bang, descendents of the chains of events and reactions that cascaded Hydrogen down to the heaviest elements in our molecules. One could say, just as easily, that we are the universe - note that most Christans would not deign to say, "we are God"; perhaps some denominations would not scoff at the concept, but others might burn you on a stick.
Another term I've tossed around in my meditations on the overhead plane is one which speaks more to the residents (the Arcana) than perhaps the humans of note. My days of more consistent Tarot reading often involved both internal and external debates on the personality (or personhood) of the Minor Arcana. Certainly, one union of Trionfi is not enough to cover all concepts relevant to the human species; thusly, the 72 card Tarot deck is fitted not only with a clade of major ideas, but also four sub-clades (suits) of concepts and relations to further expand on the reader's suggestions to the requestor. Most of these cards, when depicting a body, depict characters more rooted in humanity than the Arcana do (the author's prevalent bias to study of the Rider-Waite deck acknowledges itself, and just as foolishly dances off the edge of the precipice). I theorized for years on the meaning of these cards, in the arena of faith. Arcana:Minor Arcana ; Gods:Minor Gods? Are they like clay soldiers (see: the work of angels) created by the Major Arcana to enact their bouts of fancy? Are they pre-cursory humans? Do they worship the Major Arcana (much like some of us do)?
There is an intended parallel between the more specific, more fallible, less stalwart Minor Arcana and the human race. To suggest they are reflections of us is not greatly disturbing. However, I also believe no society like ours could exist without a trial experiment done beforehand by the creators - the universe, the World, the Empress, however you see fit.
What do we do when it is our turn to play God?