The other half is to dramatize the fact that we still 'are' human beings, now. Or can be.
It can become an exercise in trying to get the reader to like and admire you instead of an exercise in creative art.
One of the things that makes Wittgenstein a real artist to me is that he realized that no conclusion could be more horrible than solipsism.
I often think I can see it in myself and in other young writers, this desperate desire to please coupled with a kind of hostility to the reader.