Since the beginning, in the garden itself, we have been tempted by the old whisper: you shall be like gods. Yet the temptation is subtler than merely wishing to possess divine power; it is the desire to sit in judgment over good and evil, to declare reality true when it pleases us and wicked when it offends our desires. We would rather make truth than receive it, and crown our own preferences as the measure of righteousness. But in doing so, we do not become gods—we become poor imitations of them, mistaking the throne of judgment for freedom while placing ourselves beneath the tyranny of our own inventions.