A scientist figures out how to make life out of a bucket of dirt.
He steps out of his lab, looks defiantly at the sky, and shouts, "I too can create life!"
A deep voice thunders down from the sky, "Oh, really? Let's see you do it."
"OK, I will!" The scientist gets his bucket and shovel, and starts filling the bucket with dirt.
The voice from the sky thunders, "Whoa, hold on there! What's that you're doing?"
"I'm shoveling up some dirt from which I'm going to create life!"
"Go make your own dirt."
He steps out of his lab, looks defiantly at the sky, and shouts, "I too can create life!"
A deep voice thunders down from the sky, "Oh, really? Let's see you do it."
"OK, I will!" The scientist gets his bucket and shovel, and starts filling the bucket with dirt.
The voice from the sky thunders, "Whoa, hold on there! What's that you're doing?"
"I'm shoveling up some dirt from which I'm going to create life!"
"Go make your own dirt."
We do not inherit the world from our parents. We borrow it from our children.