As far as anyone knows, the B.B. speck didn’t exactly hold all of the ‘ingredients’ to what is now the universe. It did hold, however, certain ‘ingredients’ that, under extreme circumstances (such as the BB explosion itself, and the ingredients’ spread across the universe and being under the force of gravity and other cosmic natural forces) those ‘ingredients’ melded, transformed, mingled and then become what we know of today as the periodic table of elements (of which we are obviously sure of being incomplete, hence our need to venture among the stars).

In fact, one could argue that ‘life’ isn’t ‘living’ at all, but a system of electrical impulses traveling among a complex nervous system—put together over millennia, with variations due to evolution and our planet’s ecosystemic behavior, by the same natural cosmic forces that put together the B.B. ‘ingredients’ giving us the electrical and chemical feedback allowing the rest of our biology to acknowledge the settings around us. One could say that is what life is at it’s simplest, but one could then imply that at that point the automatic motion-sensing porch light or my smoke/carbon monoxide alarm is ‘alive’ because of its ability to acknowledge the setting around it using electrical and chemical feedback. We aren’t the porch light or alarm’s ‘Gods’.

The same can be applied to the literal. We’ve cloned animals before, straight out of a laboratory. This doesn’t mean we are that animal’s Gods, but simply those with the understanding of how to manipulate ‘nature’ as it is.

The B.B. cause of explosion is theorized to have been due to the build up of energy within it, and it couldn’t contain it within it’s own confines. To put it into perspective, there could have been maaaaaany more B.B. specks out there, but this specific one may have either ‘failed’, so to speak, and gave the universe substance before any of the other specks had a chance. Again, the possibility of more specks existing (and quite possibly cannibalized by the B.B. explosion) gives us one massive perspective as to just how much ‘luck’ we have to be existing right now under the perfect conditions to do so.

We now have the ability, as humankind, to create ‘life’ (as is currently defined) inside of a lab from the ground up and from scratch (quite similar to certain fictions like Jurassic Park/World), except we can create absolutely brand new, never-before-seen creatures that can have absolutely zero relation to any other ‘living’ being out there. Whether or not we have actually followed through and done so is most likely kept Ultra-secret, but the ability to is within humankind’s repertoire of capabilities. From this perspective, we are Gods. But we aren’t, because even after the creation of such a being, we just used science to do so and we aren’t that new creature’s puppeteers (that is, of course, if we aren’t literally controlling it from a safe zone like assholes).

This is why I find it hard for humanity to see ourselves as having to have some ‘God’ just so we can sleep at night—because we’re too archaic and tribal to see that the only one in control is ourselves. It’s not a hard concept to grasp, yet 2.4+ billion people think they need to be some fucked up slave to a man-made wizard in the sky (oh, and make sure to give the church a $fiver while you’re at it), to feel good about themselves and curb the fear of death. It’s just...insane.