Classmates of an Era

Isn’t it something that we should exist in the world at the same time?

Out of all the creatures that have lived, or will live, we, are together here now.

That should count for a certain brotherhood amongst us, que no?

Classmates of the post-industrial era.

But here we are, gnashing our teeth, too absorbed in internecine rivalries to notice the world is burning around us.

Brother against brother, as the Universe collectively shakes its head in disappointment.

Every once in awhile, as I look up from the fray, I gaze out over the chaos and see another looking about, a countenance of sadness on their face.

Soon, I hope, we will be legion, and our numbers great enough to band together and finally quiet the awful din of ignorance and hate that has too long now reigned.

I raise my hand, so that you see that I see. I signal to my rational brethren that, “here is another!”

Slowly, lovingly, painstakingly, we will gather.