The human species was too fond of lying, cheating, envy, ignorance, self-pity, self-righteousness, and utopian visions that always led to mass murder--but until and if it destroyed itself, it harbored the potential to become nobler, to take responsibility for its actions, to live and let live, and to earn the stewardship of the earth.
Is there some meaning to this life? What purpose lies behind the strife? Whence do we come, where are we bound? These cold questions echo and resound through each day, each lonely night. We long to find the splendid light that will cast a revelatory beam upon the meaning of the human dream.
Courage, love, friendship, compassion, and empathy lift us above the simple beasts and define humanity.
Life without meaning cannot be borne. We find a mission to which we're sworn --or answer the call of Death's dark horn. Without a gleaning of purpose in life, we have no vision, we live in strife, --or let blood fall on a suicide knife.