Scientifically speaking, life’s nothing but a series of chemical reactions. So, to accelerate or decelerate that process is of no great matter. It gives us that illusion of power in a life with little.
There is only one worthy goal for scientific exploration. Piercing the tissue that separates life from death.
What is love but a kind of creature waiting to be unbound? A malady. What does it bring any of us but… confusion and bedevilment?