I thought this little poem purports a lot about the damage that hope in UNreality can do and why there are "bad" humans.
At the point where hope and reason part,
lies the spot where madness gets a start.
Hope to make the world kinder and free--
but flowers of hope root in reality.
No peaceful bed exists for lamb or lion,
unless on some world out beyond Orion.
Do not instruct the owls to spare the mice.
Owls acting as owls must is not a vice.
Storms do not respond to heartless pleas.
All the words of men can't calm the seas.
Nature--always beneficial and cruel--
won't change for a wise man or a fool.
Mankind shares all Nature's imperfections,
clearly visible to casual inspections.
Resisting betterment is the human trait.
The ideal of utopia is our tragic fate
From the Book of Counted Sorrows (penned by Dean Koontz, of all people!)
This is my take on it:
At the point where hope and reason part,
lies the spot where madness gets a start.
It's "mad" to have hopes that are simply wishes
Hope to make the world kinder and free--
but flowers of hope root in reality.
It's useless to have hopes that simply cannot come true or that have no basis in fact or grounds for belief.
No peaceful bed exists for lamb or lion,
unless on some world out beyond Orion.
Do not instruct the owls to spare the mice.
Owls acting as owls must is not a vice.
The peace between animals has been shown to never have occurred, from the tiniest virus and parasite to the mighty dinosaurs. Nature's way is that there are prey and there are predators.
Storms do not respond to heartless pleas.
All the words of men can't calm the seas.
Nature--always beneficial and cruel--
won't change for a wise man or a fool.
Mankind shares all Nature's imperfections,
clearly visible to casual inspections.
Resisting betterment is the human trait.
The ideal of utopia is our tragic fate
Some humans are "bad" and predatory. Thinking someday that paradise will be the condition of earth is tragic because it stops us from dealing with the world as it is and getting the happiness that we can. What I mean is something like if someone told you you were going to inherit a billion dollars at age 50, 60, or 70, everything in between will be diminished somewhat because you're waiting for the big event. But what if it never was going to come? If a person keeps comparing this life to a utopia, then they're inherently dissatisfied with this life, which, imo, is the only chance they get. It's as Paul says "If in this life only we have hoped in Christ, we are most to be pitied of all men."
My two cents,
Pat