What if morals aren’t really a restraint against our humanity but a protection of it?  Like guardrails on a dangerous cliff, they protect us from a path that would lead to complete destruction.

And what if great power leads men to great madness?  power is addictive – but what if our successes leave us reaching further and further — ’til we reach over the railing and fall to our doom?  what if our strengths blind us to our weaknesses and frailty causing us to overplay our hand to our complete destruction?

Yes, we may try to break free of the chains of our morals or of the expectations of others.  But in the end, don’t we become slaves of our own lust for power?  or our own desires which are now unchecked?  or perhaps of our own confusion about our own desires?  or perhaps to the propaganda that others have gotten us to believe about what would make us happy and what it is we really seek?  Godlike power would be wondrous to experience, but without Godlike wisdom wouldn’t it be far too much for us to handle?  wouldn’t we end up as capricious beings serving our every whim?  surely others around us would fear us but would they really ever love us?  and would we be able to ever love and respect ourselves?  or would we ultimately hate ourselves and the things that we had done?  would this really be a “full humanity”?  or is it just a deep, deep, cavernous emptiness?  or just an empty vicious craving that was never able to be satisfied or quenched?