I believe that what put humans ahead of any other species on this earth is our drive to gain knowledge. Victor Frankenstein is a good scientist because he stops at nothing to reach the goals he set for himself. There is no limit on his pursuit of knowledge. But it often comes at a price. His morals were constantly getting thrown out as his pursuit for reanimation intensified. If we must go through such lengths to find answers for our scientific questions, we should at the very least respect our subjects. Victor Frankenstein seemingly had no morals nor did he respect the deceased during his pursuit to reanimate the monster. He raided and pillaged the graves of once living human beings and mutilated the bodies to create the monster. He also did not think of the consequences of his pursuit. “What’s my contingency plan if the he [the monster] animates?”, “Will he have any memory of his past life? If he doesn’t, how will I teach him?” Victor was indeed a smart man and surely was capable with coming up with these questions and more importantly answers for them without turning it from a question of science to an impossible question of philosophy. We as humans have the right to science and the right to try and “play god”, so long as we adhere to a set of moral obligations in our pursuit for those procedures and operations (creating life, changing DNA, etc.) and we can help more people with related medicinal practices than we can hurt.
Life for me is generally pretty easy. I get up at 7am, hop the bus to school and get home quarter after 4. Though school is a write-off most of the time, cruising through all of my classes with ease, I do struggle with some things. I struggle to find inspiration to read more. I always find myself stalling as long as I can in futile attempts to keep myself from having to stare down the pages of a new text, especially for fiction novels. Over the summer I found time to read fiction novels about the world’s end. The apocalypse interested me more than any other plot. But for most other fiction, I’m generally uninterested. If I manage to get through more than a few pages of a book I have no inspiration to read, it feels like quite the feat if I did not fall to a silent sleep in the middle of those pages. I rarely have this problem when reading about real history because it’s a topic I am genuinely interested in and I know I am learning of real events.