By Michael Croban
And so, it was done. He created man, and he created god. He became immortal. White-bearded god looked wise and all-powerful, floating on a nebulous cloud, surrounded by his wingless cherubs. The man’s muscular body rested as though he was tired from the creation itself. God and man were looking at each other, reaching their hands towards each other. But, they could never touch. This frozen moment separated them for all eternity. What would become of a man if God could never reach him? Michelangelo stood silently as he gazed at his masterpiece. He left the chapel feeling completely satisfied.