monster

What does it mean to be a monster. I finished reading mary shelly's frankenstein and it's interesting to think that people think so highly of the monster created by the good doctor yet they fail to see his flawing nature. He did something very few can even conceive of doing. As far as scientific breakthroughs go it's a sho in for a latent Nobel prize. But where does it end. Religion always has to snake it's way into pretty much everything but even the greatest of scientists know their are mysteries in the universe yet discovered, the human body for instance has a certain weight of proteins metals and various other elements, yet there is still a small percentage that seems so elude us. People argue that the monster was so tortured and forlorn in his existence that it wasn't really his fault that his creator is the blamed. But if you take a drug addict to rehab the fact remains that they could always relapse. Once a killer always a killer. Sure each person is different but the very essence of who and what a person remains. The monster questions his own existence in the story, like we all do. Each of us thinks similar thoughts have similar feelings and wonder if anybody else feels the same way. It's a whirlpool of negating energies which culminate in each of us feeling so desperately alone and different when we are all so fucking similar. "people are not snowflakes" Betty. However some people are different in the fact that they just are, plain and simple they just are. The monster was different. He hated that about himself, his hatred made him do terrible things. We can all relate in some small way because a little of the creature in all of us. But to admit that would be terrible right?