Invincible.

Would it be fun to be untouchable?

Nobody to prove you wrong, knock you off the hill, shake up your world view.
Nothing to be decried, to demonstrate the contrary, error-check your thoughts.
Never will you experience such utter confidence, the notion of perfection, beating Chance at dice. A pantheon of impossible feats, the failure to fail, the lack of an anathema. True invincibility: No kryptonite against you, no Achilles' heel.

What price this present?

As you shall have joy, so shall you possess fear. Paranoia, the fear of failing, someday, when it hits, you will be shattered into misfitting fragments, unable to rise again. The phoenix eternally consigned to remaining as ashes.

As you shall know confidence, so shall you forget caution. Wariness unexercised, your downfall obvious to all but the oblivious, you will not see the fruit of the seeds long sown until it smashes your soul. The great colossus, crumbling to dust, too slow to comprehend its loss.

And as you will be blessed, so will you see the curse. The snake beneath the flower; too late the poison shows past the beauty.

Losing is a better fate than winning.