We are the children of God, or so we are told. The child of a sheep grows up to be a sheep, though. The child of a human being grows up to be a human being. We must learn, individually and collectively, to be good and wise creators. We must use our snazzy new intelligence to fashion a new stable niche for ourselves and to fashion ourselves for it. We must play God as children play at being grown-ups, learning first by imitation and then by trial and error. Our intent is not to mock the stupendous mechanism of creation, but to study it and participate in its elaboration. Through what hands might we imagine that the Organizing Principle could complete its Great Work if not our own? We must strive to be worthy of this greatest honor. The moral of the Frankenstein story is true in that if we fail to create from the heart, then our creations will surely run amok and cause more trouble than they’re worth. We must have faith in ourselves, which is the hardest, and in each other, and in the future. Every generation that comes after us will inherit the power to destroy everything that everyone has ever worked for. They will also be heir to creative potential that we cannot yet begin to imagine. It’s natural to want to slow it all down. We’ve got to keep moving, though. We’re off balance right now, like someone who has taken a committed step, and now we have get the other foot down in front of us fast or we’ll fall on our collective face.