If you were God, man kind could not have created fire fast enough to appease you. We would all be doomed to a life in the void as we are not worthy of your presence in heaven. Made solely in your image scattered about in many frames, you would smite us all for the imperfections we were made with purely because they might be a reflection of you.

You take on this world alone by choice and complain that no one can measure up to you. But of course that's true when you measure our strides in inches and yours by the mile half finished.