I read Frankenstein for the first time in February. We discussed it in my European Philosophy class. Not many books on my required reading lists made me cry. Actually, that's not true. A lot of the ultra pedantic, scholarly crap that I don't understand bored me to tears.
But Frankenstein was a different case. It's a deeply emotional, spiritual look at Creation and the divine nature of man. Really makes you think about where you came from, what your Heavenly Creator endowed you with from above, and the importance of love in the development of a human.
Before the film started, there was a short behind-the-scenes segment, including an interview with the play's director, Nick Dear. The interviewer asked him, "Why is Frankenstein such a timeless story?" Nick responded something along the lines of: "People are fascinated with where they came from. They want to know who created them and how they were created."
One can't help but suffer with the creature as he spends his life absolutely tormented by the same questions. I imagine his suffering is much what it would feel like to have no idea concerning your divine heritage. The creature wants to love, but doesn't know how. He desires a purpose, but knows not where to find it. All he knows is the here and now, for that is all that exists for him.
I'm blessed to know beyond the here and now, and to feel the peace, clarity, and sense of purpose that knowledge brings. God is real. He really created you. He is Dr. Frankentstein and you are his creature. But unlike the creature in Mary Shelley's novel, you were created with a purpose and endowed with the capacity to love and be loved.
Honor that. It's golden.