Frankenstein I am reading Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley and I would like to share my ideas and thoughts about the chapter one. Firstly, Frankenstein has given me food for thoughts. Through chapter 1, I could think that the loneliness can induce someone to create something. Not loneliness itself, but the sensation, the feelings that are in it. Maybe this kind of creation is a kind of unconscious stratagem to decrease this strong feeling, which is a loneliness. I imagine that sometimes some people suffer in a strong way with the solitude as they create something. Sometimes this creation can be something monstrous and even dangerous. That´s the case of Victor Frankenstein. His solitude, without any kind of management, becomes in a pure arrogance. He wanted to be God, to discover the mysterious of creation. He wanted to dominate the world. Via it, he wanted to be loved and to be seen by someone. Maybe his creation was focused in himself, in his failures. Maybe. I feel about Victor sometimes a kind of anger and, in other times, a kind of compassion. Also, honestly, I can identify that sometimes I have something of Victor in myself: a curiosity without borders, a passion and an attraction for knowledge. It has a positive side, I know, but it can cause a kind of suffering, I feel. Knowledge is maybe a door for reality and reality, even though is necessary to contact, shows us the pain in being human. On the other hand, I can feel and recognize that pleasure side in being human. There is, in my view, always a mystery in existence and it is stimulant.