Sidling Into Tomorrow

Though no longer primitive our
survival instincts remain intact. Not
as though our planetary resources to
sustain life motivates us to view one
another as competitors against whom
we must arm ourselves. It is not merely
that old habits die hard; here we contemplate
genetic imprinting, the endowment of nature's
survival mechanisms. Yet as enlightened
creatures whose intellects have pondered
physics and the chemistry of existence
manipulating our surroundings through
technique and technology we cannot
suspend suspicion for as humans we
well know what lurks in the mind of man.
Yes, we are chastened and we do earnestly
regret. We know now there are no final
solutions, only ambitions to achieve them.
Never again, however, will we labour
so intensively at such close quarters to
hasten death among those unworthy to
live. Mass destruction deserves the fine
attention that modernity devotes to its
potential. Now we have intercontinental
ballistic missiles armed with nuclear
warheads, capable of far more expeditiously
surprising unready humankind as we
usher in a new world of the last word.