A 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 to 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 frighten each
other. I want to believe that no new spectre will replace the one that
died and that we can stand alone and 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.

(Make bloody damn sure you come back as a dolphin!)