Monday, April 1, 2019

From dead flesh is life born


In his eyes for man to become god
Fire and lightning must be controlled
With the spark of life ready to animate
From the creator steal the power
With such cross into the creator's domain
Imagine the hubris, imagine the desire
To steal from the creator his exceptional act
Men who have considered this question
Decided that to create life anew, it is by his hands
So to act as a God is not to become a God
To instill it with life, with a mind, with a heart
These are the true creative acts
For otherwise animation can be robotic
Intelligence may well be computer built
To reason is to know power but to love is to know truth
To be is a circumstance as is the desire to be a creator
It is proof enough that whatever man does
It cannot exceed the highest task
To give life with free will
And with love and purpose fulfill

“A human being in perfection ought always to preserve a calm and peaceful mind and never to allow passion or a transitory desire to disturb his tranquility. I do not think that the pursuit of knowledge is an exception to this rule. If the study to which you apply yourself has a tendency to weaken your affections and to destroy your taste for those simple pleasures in which no alloy can possibly mix, then that study is certainly unlawful, that is to say, not befitting the human mind. If this rule were always observed; if no man allowed any pursuit whatsoever to interfere with the tranquillity of his domestic affections, Greece had not been enslaved, Caesar would have spared his country, America would have been discovered more gradually, and the empires of Mexico and Peru had not been destroyed.”  Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley