I drop to my knees in disbelief. How effortless was it to take what was mear imagination and turn it into reality, but how unexpected the cost. What has man become, destroying its creator, its sustenance, its home. I step back and look at my terribly beautiful creation, confused at what I have done, but sure it is both good and evil. Man cannot create just good, nor just evil, both intertwine and mix into one as salt does water. Both coexist and thrive on the battle between the two. Man has made itself into something that was unintended. It has made enemies with what has given it life. Waged war with what wants peace. Conquers that in which is not supposed to be conquered. I sit down and close my eyes to hide myself from that in which I have caused. At last I open my eyes to take in my creation. "What have I done?" I ask. There is no answer, just silence.