At the start was the formation of a being, fearfully and wonderfully created. Imbued with the creator's essence, designed in the creator's very own image. Blessed in significance. Of profound purpose. Elevated above all creation.
But then sin creeped in. Draped in vanity, certainly man fell. Down a well — calamity. But why!? Wait! "Draped in vanity..." pause! Might that just be the cause? Rather than have his essence glorify the Lord, he preferred that in essence, he would be glorified as lord. Conceit lay him bare before deceit. So, sin, like a broken record, went on repeat.