As the Dormouse said in the song "White Rabbit" Feed your head.

The dreams versus the realities of man have existed since before time began. We reach for the stars but can't get away from our own shit. We dream and worship a Creator, but seek only what we want for ourselves to create. Is it any wonder that saints, enlightened beings are rarities? It is even more curious that they even existed at all.

Thank you for the thoughtful take on a great hook line for a title. To the choir of those who agree with you, the response will appear, it is getting it into the remainder, to be finally made aware of the minor fact, that we are all in this together.

Though there are a few who still live by the code of

"Apres Moi le Deluge".