For the past thirty years, I have been haunted not so much by the "preacher man" Elmer Gantrys of the world, but, oddly the physicists. There are times I think physicists comprise an arcane religion.
They point to the heavens and all the new Hubble images, going "oohh-ahh, like the late Carl Sagan" at configurantions billions and billions of light years old. One questions their very existence. To be extreme, one would echo the French writer Celine, who says outright that because of time and distances, "the universe is phoney."
Scientist-kings have been around for a long time, certainly with the pyramids, mauus, Stonehenge and the like. You could add the pyramids of central America, where high priests certainly knew a thing or two about heart surgery if not calendars.
Basically it's "we can predict the seasons, we know the movements of the planets...Therefore we should rule?"
A whimsical current song, "Ruler" seems to somehow end my conundrum.