If man, as a species,
rises to the occasion
And takes the heavens
by storm,
If we triumph over every element
and elemental force
That reality has contrived,
that endless universes
Have sprawled beyond our
infinitesimal species’ consciousness,
If, then, in some eternal tomorrow,
and after we’ve learned
All that there is to know,
we should turn, at last,
Our spectacular corporate judgment
upon ourselves
And ask this one,
quintessential question:
What have we achieved?
I say the answer will be: Love.
A Hill resident, the author believes that the appreciation of art should not be influenced by the vagaries or prejudices of biography.
