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Ferocity drives my private thoughts;
Is it fair to condemn all humanity
For stupidity and wrongheadedness,
Versus lauding the noble one percent,
A durable goodness attuned to beauty
And wreathed in soothing humility?
If I were a god, this conundrum would plague me,
But I am only a commentator;
I leave the crucial whirrs of fate
To the distant Celestials.