Scientists call this process “anthropomorphism”: meaning the tendency of human beings to project their own characteristics on to the world around them. This is true.
What is life? Do you know? Do the scientists know? Can they make it? Has any scientist produced the proverbial Frankenstein’s Monster yet, from bits of cadaver animated by lightning bolts? Has anyone ever connected up the right number of molecules in the right way and made them squirm with the ecstasy of life? No, they never have. I suspect they never will.