For generations, philosophers, poets, and artists have wrestled to reclaim humanity’s story, defying the dominion of the thoughtsmiths who cast us as fallen—condemned, unworthy of freedom. In their defiance, artists envisioned humanity as sovereign, architects of destiny, free to choose its path. But now, the very voices that once cried for freedom of choice murmur condemnation: “We have indeed drunk up the seas and erased the horizon. We have severed the earth from its sun.”