Velvet Resurrection

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.