Ah, extended moment of species squee.
As terrible as we are in many ways, all things being equal humanity really is a thing of awe and splendor. Sometimes I just stop and... revel in it a little. What it's like to be a god made flesh and standing astride the world. Even for the worst off or meanest of us... we live in an age of gods and magi, twisting great truths of reality to their whim, and we often and easily stand among their ranks. We've been doing it for millennium, and the mysteries we exploit in the modern era are just... glorious. Incredible. Incredible beyond incredible.
It's sometimes astounding how mundane the majestic becomes when you start being able to fit it in your pocket. And pockets! Good gods. Think on the concept of a pocket for a moment, and what it means to be able to create and access them basically on demand. Is it not wonderful? And that wonder is but one wonder among multitudinous wonders. Truly the miracles of mankind are far reaching and bountiful.
Still many reaches for them to be spread to, but we gods, what we have accomplished and stand to accomplish going forward. And, of course, the sad side to it, the pettiness and the squabbles and the shortsightedness and so on, standing between current glory and future glory, but that consideration is not for this moment of consideration.
Home sapiens sapiens, my fellow people. We may be bastards at times, but we have yet to meet a bastard quite as awesome. Things would be a bit better if it were cleaving quite so close to the older implication of awesome, but still.