What do we want? What do we want? What do you want?

The stars of an effable heights? A new humanity? Or a whole Earth?

Mighty lofty be these abitions

But alas if only we  could agree on what to do, then we could walk the walk of life and go on our way through the cruel and jovial fantasia

But we are stuck by dividing forces, forced to crawl decimeters forward and backwards, instead of the kilometers leaped forward that I crave

Some still say the burden of drinking from the chalace of knowledge is too great and for us, knowing or wanting to know is too steep a burden to bear

Forget going beyond the Oort Cloud, a new human, or a whole Earth, let us return to the dark as happy folk fallowing the stench of mediocrity home

Others say "Mighty goals you have for for your ilk, but the souls of your ilk are placid, mayhaps you are a placid soul wanting to be more. You are no champion like most. Alas there are no champions, and even if there are champions drowned by the destractions of life and the denials of life, they are drowned, for it is beyond any single championing."

The hydra shaped ape has no goal, and have no dialogue, forever in shouting, biting each other over many grivences, some real, some imagined.

Are we to do nothing for ourselves, but mourne for ourselves as we live?

Do we nay at our power as we depower our selves?