King = Slave

A certain king ordered his slaves, every one, to take in their hand a golden cup to greet a guest. His favorite slave was also commanded to take a cup. When the king showed his face, that special slave, on beholding the king, lost control of himself and was overwhelmed. The cup fell from his hand and was shattered. When the other slaves saw this they said, “Perhaps we should do this as well,” and they cast down their cups deliberately.
“Why did you do that?” the king scolded them.
“He was your favorite, and that was what he did,” they replied.
“Fools!” the king cried out. “He didn’t do that. I did it.” To outward eyes, all of the slaves were sinful. But that one act was the very acme of obedience. Indeed, it transcended obedience and sin. Of them all, the true lover was that one slave. The others were but followers of the king. Thus, they followed that slave, since he had become the essence of the king, only outwardly wearing the form of slavery. He was filled with the beauty of the king. God declares, “If it weren’t for you, I would never have created the heavens.” This is the same as “I am God.” It means, “I created the heavens for I love you as Myself.” This is “I am God” in another language and another tongue.