Right. You're God, OK? You're an integral part of the Suchness and Thusness which created the entirety of All That Is.
Pigeons carry disease do I hear you say? What do you think humans do? Crammed into your badly-constructed boxes of offices?
You morons. You god-unconscious, destructive bloody morons.
Mind you, the pigeons are equally God. Perhaps they should conjure some dire barrier to your homes, to prevent you from resting, too. Before I take the plastique and do it myself.