We have walked with our eyes closed. We have wreaked havoc as we go. We have fought the bad fight. We have knelt to superstition.
We have thrilled to the human touch. We have given our lives for our babies We have found what we call love. We have considered our posterity.
We have continually reconstructed our definition. We have repeatedly lost and found our way. We have never mastered the skill of co-existence. We have never discovered the reason for our being.
But for all that we are and will ever be, there is one everlasting constant: Our cells cry out in a shameless and painful attempt to nullify our mortality . Arts and letters, music and poetry – all yearnings for the grace of eternity. Cruel irony that we sentient beings are never to receive the blessed key.