response

I must admit that I was not present for the initial discussions of synthesis, but have been at the peripherals for a while. The following passages are taken from a novel that I am writing that seem to fit somewhat into what I have taken from the synthesis posts. I think perhaps they describe the generation that synthesis was born out of more than anything else. If I am way off-base, please feel free to show me the err of my ways and help me better understand our goal here. 

It is said that technology has opened the lines of communication and brought us closer together, but we have never been so confused. In a period of cultural homogenization and a de-emphasis of traditional family structures, children are raised by daycares, dates have been replaced with casual sex, and conversations are held through text messages. We have no wars or causes to rally behind; our only enemy is boredom. From birth we are spoon-fed directions and warnings and instructions. Our futures are planned to the T and free-will seems to be a forgotten myth. Every day we learn something new will give us cancer. Some file into line. Some rebel. Some self-destruct because to them even pain is better than the bleak mediocrity. Despite all this, we all still have some common drive—some common element put in place by the world we were raised in. Even in this state of disarray, we are together in it.   In light of our controlled chaos, it seems to me that creation is a tricky notion. Like truth it is relative. We cannot simply will something into existence out of thin air. If you believed in God, maybe he could, or did at some point. It is much more likely however, that all of the elements that we could ever use in life have always existed, and will always exist in some degree, and that "creation" is simply arranging those elements in a previously undiscovered yet still rational order. We take bits and pieces, like a child collects wildflowers to make a bouquet, and call that creation. Occasionally we forget that we are the flowers as well, and are picked by others. By all means it is a terribly difficult process, but let's not go around conceiving of ourselves as Gods.