Some esoteric souls proclaim today
The Singularity is drawing nigh,
An intellectual event they say
That changes everything beneath the sky.
We humans then will have attained the power
To modify and to manipulate
The world, making old Mother Nature cower,
Becoming the architects of Earth’s own fate.
If this be so, it’s we whom we must change,
For as we are we’ve always been a threat,
Wayward and haphazard as we range,
Committing errors we afterward regret.
The single object that we must devise
Is how we’ll be when we have grown wise.