No matter how fucking perfect someone's form is, there's always one slimy troll who slithers from under his rock to spew his hatred. Dig hole. Jump in hole. Die in hole.
You think god did this? You see the potential of the human 'spirit,' and you attribute it to something you've never seen, heard, felt, tasted, touched or sensed in any way? That tells me that you fear the power of humanity. You fear your own power and potential. You are just consumed and controll...
You must be as am drunk as am I.