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A world I cannot fathom.

If I could gaze into the future.
What would my eyes see?
Thousands of years from now,
With our homes in the hearts of stars,
Would we still have the same problems?

When we'll be spread throughout the solar system,
Nay, the entire cosmos.
We wouldn't still be bickering, would we?
Jumping from space to space,
Would we still need sticks and stones?

Is conflict as eternal as the stars?
Would we still be separate, peace an alien concept?
Or rather, not even an alien concept?
Would we still want what others have,
While our own perish in the churn of hate and loss?

Are we condemned to live in this depravity,
Deprived of love for all?
Don't give me a smaller thinner phone,
Give me a solution to selfishness, to the evil of men.
Give me a world where all can prosper.

Don't you dare give me the arguments of evolution,
Or how the self is necessary to prosper.
Or even how conflict breeds progress.
Those arguments belong to the dirt of the past and present.
You know not what we are capable of.

These vessels of flesh and bone, the arguments always presented,
Have brought us so far, but they belong not to the future.
There is a beauty to humanity that is not physical.
A beauty that brings tears to my eyes, even though I can't describe it.
A beauty eternal.

There is a void in my mind where the future resides,
As is there one in yours.
And when I gaze into its emptiness, I weep.
I see nothing, and yet,
I know that therein lies the toughest challenge that ever existed.

An end to this beginning, and the beginning to everything.
A world in which everyone is happy, and yet moves forward,
Where necessity is not the mother of invention, initiative is.
A world ideal, and yet existing.
A world of collective consciousness.

I know not if there is a God.
But if there is one, I'd ask it.
If I could just for the tiniest moment see this world,
And in a moment of pure bliss, being part of the infinite,
Be absorbed into it.

If not, I do not despair, for We will get there eventually,
For either the world will end in fire or ice,
Or we'll become part of the all,
Bend it not to our will, but bend with it,
And we'll exist within it and without.

These are concepts I can't grasp yet.
Emotions, for which words don't yet exist.
Thoughts, etherious, and trials unknown.
In my heart and mind I hold close this world eternal.
This world that I can't fathom.
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