Maybe the basic problem we face is the old one of idolatry, worshiping the work of our hands. Last year I asked a scientist who worked on jet engines for Rolls Royce, if you could go back in time and witness one day in history, what would it be? She tried to dodge the question but I persisted and she said "The fist steam-powered railway journey." I thought that was pretty boring, but telling. It wasn't Archimedes shouting Eureka, nor Newton and his prism, but the group effort of the locomotive. I marvel at the sight of a big locomotive or ship, but the first railroad journey was probably pretty slow. She also said she'd like to see Paganini play, that was a little more interesting, but first on the list was the railroad. Probably if she'd been American she'd have said the Wright brothers' flight.
It's an interesting question. A single yeast cell has about the same number of parts, six million, as a Boeing 747. So worshiping the work of our hands seems pretty silly.