Wednesday, October 29, 2014


    “The glory, jest and riddle of the world,”
    Whose traits for eons now have been unfurled,
    Both admirable and terrible by turns,
    The race that knows the most but never learns
    What is of greatest value to possess
    Though doubly named for what it should profess,
    We Homo sapiens sapiens still aren’t wise:
    That virtue we most need to realize.
    A culture that can cultivate this trait
    And raise us to that glorious estate
    We’re destined for is our most urgent need
    If this experiment is to succeed.
    We know full well, though fail to realize
    That love lies at the root of growing wise.