What Went Wrong?

The universe must be a composition from a Perfect Mind, removed from the poison and pettiness that limits human innovation; a cosmic second encompasses and sustains into infinite futures the quality of life exceeding the collected works of every genius to ever stroke a brush, pluck a string or deliver oratory. The thinking of one human might approach such mastery, but any terrestrial approach is rather like the romantic traveler heading into the horizon, for which there is no destination, only a confounded, admirable, perpetually stubborn traversing of distance and time; indeed, therein resides the uniqueness and Beauty of the humanity we all possess. What went wrong?