"How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe, or how delineate the wretch whom with such infinite pains and care I had endeavored to form?" (shelley)
I see man has pride in grown an ear on the back of a mouse. and seek also to clone hond and food animal! is there no end to what horrors by man who think he is a God can do? glory for maak creatures of nightmare? what maak people think they can live always? that they are entitled to have replacement parts? does man not know that parts will break down and bring the end to you? that is the order of nature! also, what world does creature of science inhabit? do a clone know it is a clone? what sad exist befall a creature with no true beginning! and no place to be with others. isolation and many sorrows is the fate of the Creature.
it is a boschian hell we enter all of us together.
"I had desired it with an ardour that far exceeded moderation; but now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart. Unable to endure the aspect of the being I had created, I rushed out of the room . . ." (shelley)
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this story of frankenstein is very modern still. it is living levend en goed in many layers of life. artiste is creature and creator at once. when it balance the art is goede. as creator, you maak a bad image and it have to be destroyed. or that creation be the very one to define you no matter how many beautiful werks you bring. as the creature you know there is a nature to you that cannot escape. and you let a little of that show through the creators filter. then you have art.
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