@ transcribed by [email protected] (Bill LaVoie)
I want to believe in the nobility of the human spirit.
I want to believe that mankind is essentially good
and that the horror I see and the horrors I hear about
are simply the last cries of a dying spectre that haunted our
fragile globe for just too long.
I want to believe that we are about to peel off the mask with which
this spiteful God has been frightening us.
I want to believe that we will not dance on his defeated rotting body,
for that would grant him victory in death.
I want to believe that we will peel away the masks with which we
frightened each other.
I want to believe that no new spectre will replace the one that died —
that we can stand alone,
respect one another,
love one another,
respect and cherish life in all its shapes and sizes
while continuing to evolve.
I want to believe that mankind will never be too arrogant to abandon
its quest for an ultimate answer.
I want to believe that this ultimate answer remains a simple question.
I want to believe that even I could answer this question.
I want to believe all of these things.
I want to believe all of these things and more.
But, you’ve caught me at a bad moment and I can’t.