Humanities Redemption
What does it mean to be human?
Are we just animals or evolving to become something more?
Are we victims to our basic instincts unable to push back and mature?
Do our passions control our minds or can our minds control our passions?
Is our intellect held ransom by our biology, millions of years in the making?
Can the passions of the animal be countered by our intellect and sentience?
Will society devolve back with our passions holding sway?
Can our intellect understand the animal, desire to move on, thus show us the way?
Was religion just a means of holding our passions in check holding the animal at bay?
Will our machines become sentient with no passions involved, with no hormones to befuddle?
Will they see us as flawed with no hope for redemption.
The battle rages on with no end in site.
The fate of humanity hangs in the balance.
Copyright © Jg Collins | Year Posted 2016
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