The absence of truth now defines what we are.
A feeble, frightened thing.
Perplexed, as a whole, belonging to the category unknown.
Unified, we stand firmly divided.
Fractured, we stand reluctant to change.
We, as a people, embrace yet
Turn away that floating cloud
That perchance might shower us with a pristine method.
Hideous are they,
Humans.
Of all the possibilities,
The world became this.
So what\'s better now?
Living,
Or the model for it?