I hate him.

Humanity has done some impressive things. All one has to do is turn on the television to witness firsthand the force that is mankind. NBA players consistently defy gravity with their slam dunks. Each new generation of football players puts the strength of the previous generation to shame. Documentaries show scientists answering questions that many of us didn't even know existed. But, while channel flipping, you might also turn on the news and see him.

Basketball players can jump high, but they will never leap a tall building in a single bound. An army of football players could do nothing to someone stronger than a locomotive. The smartest scientists in the world could never match the intellect of someone who can process thoughts faster than a speeding bullet. He is, and always will be, better.

I could work out at the gym all day every day, taking all of the top recommended supplements and proteins, and I wouldn't come close to matching a fraction of his strength. My brain is limited by what evolution has given me. I cannot choose to work really hard, and then one day shoot lasers from my eyes. Even if technology allowed me to match him, that could be stripped away from me. Take away everything that is not intrinsically part of us, and it becomes clear which of us two is the better. I could spend my whole life striving to improve myself, and he could spend his whole life doing absolutely nothing, and still he would be superior to me in every possible way.

And the worst part? He's a great guy. No, really, he's just the nicest. He dedicates his life to helping us. Every waking moment is spent protecting the innocent and working towards bettering humanity. The only reason he hasn't given us alien technology is because we aren't ready. We aren't good enough. And even then, he does not turn his back on us. Even though we are hopelessly beneath him, he looks upon us not with scorn, or pity, but hope. He is above us, but does not look down on us.

"Why are you complaining, Lex?" I hear you say. The world is a better place because of him. Nothing he does prevents me from living my life. If anything, he makes it easier for me to enjoy all this world has to offer. Ha! If I were a docile sheep like you, I might agree, but no. I am not a sheep, but a wolf. I choose not to live as part of the herd, with him as the shepherd. No matter what it costs, I will not give in. Even if there is nothing to gain, I will still fight. Even if I cannot win the war, even if the war is unjust, I will not quit. You may brand me a madman, a maniac, a supervillain. You may lock me up and condemn me, but this will only fuel me. This is my choice, the only choice.

If he had some flaw, some darker part that made him less, then he would be tolerable. If I could say, "he may be stronger, faster, and smarter, but I still have this on him," then I could live my life in peace and happiness. If he were mean, or cruel, then my hatred would be validated. It would be better if he decided to destroy this world. I could stand amongst the ash and rubble, happy in the knowledge that there was a goodness in me, in us, that he could never possess.

But no. He is flawless. Perhaps the Bible was wrong, and it was not Jesus who came as the Messiah, but him. Perhaps he will usher in a new utopia for man. One free of suffering, free of sin, free of all of the problems that plague our society. He would be a perfect king, a perfect ruler. He would do better than I ever could.

I hate him because I cannot hate him.