HELPLESS
The human race is in a serious mess. Here we are, helpless and miserable, battered and bruised, hopeless beyond words. Ages have come and gone but our shackles have lingered. Day by day, our pains surge. Our maladies remain. Hither and thither, evil acts abound. Our best efforts end in misery; our best minds stink. Our technologies, our inventions, all our fine theories and logics, our greatness and grandeur, only pave way for greater despair. Every new policy draws us to the brink of nuclear war. Every path leads to doom. Our heads bloat with ideals; our tongues flourish with promises of paradise and Utopia. We long to live in the stars, to sail accross galaxies, to rule over the universe. We dream and dream and never stop dreaming. "Better world! Better world!" We cry out. "Change! Change! Change!" we keep crying. But has the world gotten even an inch better? Has anything really changed since the days of Napoleon or Hitler? We say we're wise and able, but ...