Man was given two things that cemented our legacy as the planet's dominant species - the minds with which we may percieve the world around us, and the hands with which we may interact with it. No beast has ever had such priviledge. For hundreds of thousands of years, life has developed and grown, as have we. Our understanding of the fabric of the world in which we reside grows ever deeper by the day, breakthroughs and epiphanies brightening the flickering lantern we hold as we fight against the inky swathes of darkness we know only as the unknown.
Mankind has come so far, done so much, overcome things scarcely imaginable - and yet our ability to create continues to define our very nature. To fuel that need, humanity required tools, and the tools to hand were used not to create peace, or to create love, but to create things that should never have been - abhorrent insults to the very fabric of the world in which we reside, objects that fly in the face of logic, of reason, even of the natural order. If there is a God, He looks upon us not with curiosity or even disgust, but with abject terror.
We all live in a deep-rooted form of primal fear, a fear of the unknown that may spring from any darkened corner or slightly ajar window, just outside of view, beyond the corner of one's eye and hidden amongst the darkness. Even so... we live in fear of the unknown that may spring from our own hands, of what the cosmic force of pure mindless curiosity will bring into being, and the responsibility it will place upon our collective shoulders.
After spending so long building a tower of Babel into the heavens... should we slip for even a moment, we have a long, long way to fall.