The thing loomed before me like a fantastic phantasmagoria. I looked at it and smiled, feeling in my core the revival of my deeply, hopelessly, desperately romantic soul.
"Why do you mock?" It asked.
"I do not."
"I meant, the human race. Why does humanity mock, sneer, jeer and bully?"
"Because we are beasts. And, because we are slow in the making."
"How so?" It asked.
"Once upon a time, we were hunters fighting predators and we mocked and bullied each other for simple survival and food, shelter and water in the jungles. And, here we are. Fighting phantom predators, lost causes and sneering, mocking and bullying the crap out of each other in the concrete jungle. So many years. And, yet." I looked away at my bookshelf with a dramatic sneer.
"So, its evolution?"
"Its desecration at its best."
"How can this be fixed?" It asked.
"Beats me. You can't separate the beast from the beast. The beast prowls and growls beneath its cape of modern civilization."
"So, no way out?"
"Of course, there's a way out. If we start to catch on fire every time we mock, bully, scoff and sneer, of course we will stop."
"I see." It said.
"So, when you get to your galaxy, don't forget to tweak the physics, chemistry and biology of our galaxy, so we can potentially rid ourselves of the beast and the beast."
The thing nodded and prepared to depart.
I wanted to cry and go wherever the thing was going.