What is life—what is life more abundant? Can mankind make it?
What is the ideal world? Can we make that?

gods of reason,

If a pill cured all ills. . .

If then the world were made brilliant, perfect,
wealthy, intelligent,—-
what would it do?

would it be a world of peace
and goodness to one another, of happiness?
Would we become caring? Would we end poverty and suffering?

If we could all be like Solomon, the wisest man in history,

would we still need The God?
would we still live selfishly?
would our hearts still be void?

If?

Can genius or education or wealth or beauty make us better people
with wiser minds and loving hearts? Or are they merely . . . Just what they are, nothing more. Would they continue to be:

Genius applied to, shall we say, perfecting weaponology rather than world peace. . .
Education for acquiring social status rather than improving society. . .
Wealth to lavish the wealthy while a world in need languishes. . .
Beauty boosting itself on the back of reality, crushing those common under its cruel love?

If we entered the Matrix of the human heart, would we find any human decency in it? Any tenderness for it’s fellow humanity, there?

Can a pill make us perfect? Or must perfection take it’s time?
Must we still feel pain in perfection’s process?

gods of reason, where are you? Speak up!

But then,

Forgive me.

I am yet a child weeping over childish woes.