On Earth, we’re evolution’s furthest edge
Of species most disastrous and grand,
Less sapient than our double names allege,
Yet of this world we’ve now assumed command.
Perhaps we’ll grow to higher sapience,
A goal toward which we surely should aspire,
Against our pride, the only sure defense,
The greatest aspiration to desire.
Recalling that from humus we were made
Might prompt us toward an apt humility,
And knowing that first law we disobeyed
May point us to a new nobility.
Perhaps a triple sapience lies ahead—
Once our abundant follies have been shed.