In my wildest dreams I am an omnipotent god. I do the most unbelievable things without even trying. I go anywhere I want, I create, I destroy, I eat, I drink, I fuck without the least objection to my will. However, somewhere inside my brain I know those are dreams, the workings of a feverish imagination. I know I will have to wake up and also to deal with how much my mind can conceive and how little my frail body can actually accomplish. I presume it’s safe to say we are all dictators in our dreams? “Everybody wants to rule the world”, etc. Apparently we would all reshape this planet if we could, so that it might fit our idea of a decent habitat, and, not surprisingly, the most popular religions offer man the possibility of finding eternal bliss in an afterlife which in practice will bring exactly that: a life in our own terms. Come to think of it, both things (unchecked freedom in this world, endless bliss in the next one) amount to the same. We want power. We want to do wh...