In choosing to be “God,” that is, master of an infinite universe, man unwittingly took on more than he realized. In gaining the formidable self-mastery, the over-whelming responsibility of being “God,” man took on an ever-mounting challenge. Like a novice equestrian insisting on riding the wild stallion, man grabbed the reins of something he could never control. At one time, he was able to bask in immeasurable serenity and simplicity, but now he must constantly be on guard. Ever vigilant. Perpetually treading that wheel which must constantly be turning. Because he is “God”—Master—he cannot relinquish his superiority for even one second, lest he lose control forever. The once-coveted responsibility has taken away all that made him unique—above even the angels. For, the more “God-like” man becomes, the less aristocratic, noble, and majestic he becomes until he is nothing more than a mere slave to his kingdom. Instead of mastering his domain, it has mastered him. In becoming “like unto God,” man has chained himself to an obscene mediocrity of perpetual acquiescence, where he pleads to be released from the binding shackles of his own pride.