How will I love the truth so much that I will be able to do what is impossible?

How will I love the truth so much that I will be able to do what is yet impossible?

How will I love the truth that I will be able to do what without me remains impossible?

The poet asks the questions that seldom were asked but hold within them half of the answer.

How will we create a community of poets?

How have we not yet created a community of philosopher kings?

How do we create a community of humans, when the eyes do not see them at first sight?

...When they are not yet seen in mass?