The many Frankensteins

I believe humans come into existence once we are able to share our time, being, and space with others. We become humans when we are incorporated into the life of others, experience their fears, joys and knowledge. It's hard to be human when the world builds walls or fences around you--sometimes there is even barbed-wire waiting for you. It turns out that the monster has a heart of flesh, not of stone, craving for love. He asks his creator for a companion, after experiencing the worst form alienation known to any being. He wanted to be as human as his creator, Dr. Frankestein, who in reality was the actual monster. In fact we are the actual monsters, who look normal and even beautiful in the outside, while we crave with ambition and search for power.

What is to be human?

Reading this novel almost brought me to tears. I could sense the level of torment, the frustration, created by a world so afraid and indifferent, where only the blind are free to look beyond the appearances and embrace the 'monster' wanting to be human, and experience the beauty of those fragile creatures.


Everyday I think about how much I want to give, but I can't even make the effort.

I Even thought of buying flowers and going to her office, and tell her that she's the greatest professor I've known and that her husband is the luckiest man alive; married to a woman who is so full energy, intelligence and excitement that you will never be bored. I can't even see the screen as my eyes are tearing...damn...so much love to give. ..