for Copthorne MacdonaldMust we believe, or can we truly know
The answers to our deepest mysteries,
Such as if Homo sapiens can grow
More sapient and our fond follies cease?
Or whether there’s intelligent design
Behind the workings of the universe
That over cosmic eons can refine
Our minds and lift our ancient curse?
What we have failed to do is to respect
What even ancient sages once surmised:
That human beings are indeed elect
To greatness—a gift we’ve sadly compromised.
Yet with contrition, we may realize
The promise of our race, by growing wise.