Life's easy. You just need the right ingredients in the right proportions under the right conditions.
It's what you do after the primordial soup is brewed that's difficult. Because it's got a mind of its own, that slime, or it soon will, and maybe it doesn't appreciate you like you think it should. Maybe it decides your rules don't make sense, or that they're cruel, or that you don't exist at all. And then do you play the vengeful god, or do you let it go, move on, start over with some other lightning in some other bottle?
I never let it last long enough for that to be an issue: I'm the chef, not the restaurateur. Culture is somebody else's problem.
I like that first moment, that crossing of that line between something and someone. I can't get enough. And good thing, because it's gonna be a long universe.