Once we have grown in consciousness enough
To ponder on the mysteries of mind—
How it’s arisen from primordial stuff
And whether it’s designer or designed—
Then we must think where everything is aimed
And whether in that outcome we’ve a role,
Which if we carry out we’ll be acclaimed,
Though if we fail we’ll end in hopeless dole.
The best hypothesis is to assume
That our innate intention’s to advance,
Despite the awful prospect of our doom
Should we succumb to pride and envy’s trance.
Advancement means we finally grow aligned
With the implicit mission in God’s mind.