Why are we humans here if not to wonder
If humans are a blessing or a blunder?
For all we know, we are the best there is,
God’s progeny and evidently His
By virtue of our keen intelligence,
Although at times we prove immensely dense:
That sapience for which we’re doubly named
Betrayed, and our high aspirations shamed.
Is there some way we may at last redeem
Our negligence and rectify the scheme
By which we live and cultivate instead
New habits and a culture that has shed
Its waywardness and thus may realize
The glorious benefits of growing wise?