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fade; but giving place to new generations of stars. The heart of the
nebula was now condensing into a smaller bulk, more clearly defined. It
was a huge, congested globe of brilliance. Here and there throughout the
disc knots and lumps of light were the embryonic star-clusters. The
whole nebula was strewn with these balls of thistledown, these feathery,
sparkling, fairy decorations, each one in fact pregnant with a small
universe of stars.
The galaxy, for such it could now be named, continued visibly to whirl
with hypnotic constancy. Its tangled tresses of star-streams were spread
abroad on the darkness. Now it was like a huge broad-brimmed white
sombrero, the crown a glowing mass, the brim a filmy expanse of stars.
It was a cardinal’s hat, spinning. The two long whirling tassels on the
brim were two long spiraling star-streams. Their frayed ex tremities had
broken away and become sub-galaxies, revolving about the main galactic
system. The whole, like a spinning top, swayed; and, as it tilted before
us, the brim appeared as an ever narrower ellipse, till presently it was
edge-on, and the outermost fringe of it, composed of non-luminous
matter, formed a thin, dark, knotted line across the glowing inner
substance of nebula and stars-Peering, straining to see more precisely
the texture of this shimmering and nacrous wonder, this largest of all
the kinds of objects in the cosmos, we found that our new vision, even
while embracing the whole galaxy and the distant galaxies, apprehended
each single star as a tiny disc separated from its nearest neighbors
much as a cork on the Arctic Ocean would be separated from another cork
on the Antarctic. Thus, in spite of the nebulous and opalescent beauty
of its general form, the galaxy also appeared to us as a void sprinkled
with very sparse scintillations.
Observing the stars more closely, we saw that while they streamed along
in companies like shoals of fishes, their currents sometimes
interpenetrated. Then seemingly the stars of the different streams,
crossing one another’s paths, pulled at one another, moving in great
sweeping curves as they passed from one neighbor’s influence to another.
Thus, in spite of their remoteness each from each, the stars often
looked curiously like minute living creatures taking cognizance of one
another from afar. Sometimes they swung hyperbolically round one another
and away, or, more rarely, united to form binaries.
So rapidly did time pass before us that aeons were packed into moments.
We had seen the first stars condense from the nebular tissue as ruddy
giants, though in the remote view inconceivably minute. A surprising
number of these, perhaps through the centrifugal force of their
rotation, were burst asunder to form binaries, so that, increasingly,
the heaven was peopled by these waltzing pairs. Meanwhile, the giant
stars slowly shrank and gathered brightness. They passed from red to
yellow, and on to dazzling white and blue. While other young giants
condensed around them, they shrank still further, and their color
changed once more to yellow and to smoldering red. Presently we saw the
eldest of the stars one by one extinguished like sparks from a fire. The
incidence of this mortality increased, slowly but steadily. Sometimes a
“nova” flashed out and faded, outshining for a moment all its myriad
neighbors. Here and there a “variable” pulsated with inconceivable
rapidity. Now and again we saw a binary and a third star approach one
another so closely that one or other of the group reached out a filament
of its substance toward its partner. Straining our supernatural vision,
we saw these filaments break and condense into planets. And we were awed
by the infinitesimal size and the rarity of these seeds of life among
the lifeless host of the stars.
But the stars themselves gave an irresistible impression of vitality.
Strange that the movements of these merely physical things, these mere
fire-balls, whirling and traveling according to the geometrical laws of
their minutest particles, should seem so vital, so questing. But then
the whole galaxy was itself so vital, so like an organism, with its
delicate tracery of star-streams, like the streams within a living cell;
and its extended wreaths, almost like feelers; and its nucleus of light.
Surely this great and lovely creature must be alive, must have
intelligent experience of itself and of things other than it.
In the tide of these wild thoughts we checked our fancy, remembering
that only on the rare grains called planets can life gain foothold, and
that all this wealth of restless jewels was but a waste of fire.
With rising affection and longing we directed our attention more
minutely toward the earliest planetary grains as they condensed out of
the whirling filaments of flame, to become at first molten drops that
span and pulsated, then grew rock-encrusted, ocean-filmed, and swathed
in atmosphere. Our piercing sight observed their shallow waters ferment
with life, which soon spread into their oceans and continents. A few of
these early worlds we saw waken to intelligence of human rank; and very
soon these were in the throes of the great struggle for the spirit, from
which still fewer emerged victorious.
Meanwhile new planetary births, rare among the stars, yet, in all,
thousands upon thousands, had launched new worlds and new biographies.
We saw the Other Earth, with its recurrent glories and shames, and its
final suffocation. We saw the many other humanesque worlds, Echinoderm,
Centaurian, and so on. We saw Man on his little Earth blunder through
many alternating phases of dullness and lucidity, and again abject
dullness. From epoch to epoch his bodily shape changed as a cloud
changes. We watched him in his desperate struggle with Martian invaders;
and then, after a moment that included further ages ofdarkness and of
light, we saw him driven, by dread of the moon’s downfall, away to
inhospitable Venus. Later still, after an aeon that was a mere sigh in
the lifetime of the cosmos, he fled before the exploding sun to Neptune,
there to sink back into mere animality for further aeons again. But then
he climbed once more and reached his finest intelligence, only to be
burnt up like a moth in a flame by irresistible catastrophe.
All this long human story, most passionate and tragic in the living, was
but an unimportant, a seemingly barren and negligible effort, lasting
only for a few moments in the life of the galaxy. When it was over, the
host of the planetary systems still lived on, with here and there a
casualty, and here and there among the stars a new planetary birth, and
here and there a fresh disaster.
Before and after man’s troubled life we saw other humanesque races rise
in scores and hundreds, of which a mere handful was destined to waken
beyond man’s highest spiritual range, to play a part in the galactic
community of worlds. These we now saw from afar on their little
Earthlike planets, scattered among the huge drift of the star-streams,
struggling to master all those world-problems, social and spiritual,
which man in our “modern” era is for the first time confronting.
Similarly, we saw again the many other kinds of races, nautiloid,
submarine, avian, composite, and the rare symbiotics, and still rarer
plant-like beings. And of every kind only a few, if any, won through to
Utopia, and took part in the great communal enterprise of worlds. The
rest fell by the way.
From our remote look-out we now saw in one of the islanded sub-galaxies
the triumph of the Symbiotics. Here at last was the germ of a true
community of worlds. Presently the stars of this islet-universe began to
be girdled with living pearls, till the whole sub-galaxy was alive with
worlds. Meanwhile in the main system arose that flagrant and contagious
insanity of empire, which we had already watched in detail. But what had
before appeared as a war of titans, in which great worlds maneuvered in
space with inconceivable speed, and destroyed one another’s populations
in holocausts, was now seen as the jerky motion of a few microscopic
sparks, a few luminous animalcules, surrounded by the indifferent
stellar hosts.
Presently, however, we saw a star blaze up and destroy its planets. The
Empires had murdered something nobler than themselves. There was a
second murder, and a third. Then, under the influence of the sub-galaxy,
the imperial madness faded, and empire crumbled. And soon our fatigued
attention was held by the irresistible coming of Utopia throughout the
galaxy. This was visible to us chiefly as a steady increase of
artificial planets. Star after star blossomed with orbit after crowded
orbit of these vital jewels, these blooms pregnant with the spirit.
Constellation after constellation, the whole galaxy Became visibly alive
with myriads of worlds. Each world, peopled with its unique,
multitudinous race of sensitive individual intelligences united in true
community, was itself a living thing, possessed of a common spirit. And
each system of many populous orbits was itself a communal being. And the
whole galaxy, knit in a single telepathic mesh, was a single intelligent
and ardent being, the common spirit, the “I,” of all its countless,
diverse, and ephemeral individuals. This whole vast community looked now
beyond itself toward its fellow galaxies. Resolved to pursue the
adventure of life and of spirit in the cosmical, the widest of all
spheres, it was in constant telepathic communication with its fellows;
and at the same time, conceiving all kinds of strange practical
ambitions, it began to avail itself of the energies of its stars upon a
scale hitherto unimagined. Not only was every solar system now
surrounded by a gauze of light traps, which focused the escaping solar
energy for intelligent use, so that the whole galaxy was dimmed, but
many stars that were not suited to be suns were disintegrated, and
rifled of their prodigious stores of subatomic energy.
Suddenly our attention was held by an event which even at a distance was
visibly incompatible with Utopia. A star encircled by planets exploded,
destroying all its rings of worlds, and sinking afterwards into wan
exhaustion. Another and another, and yet others in different regions of
the galaxy, did likewise.
To inquire into the cause of these startling disasters we once more, by
an act of volition, dispersed ourselves to our stations among the many
worlds.
STARS AND VERMIN
1. THE MANY GALAXIES
THE Galactic Society of Worlds had sought to perfect its communication
with other galaxies. The simpler medium of contact was telepathic; but
it seemed desirable to reach out physically also across the huge void
between this galaxy and the next. It was in the attempt to send envoys
on such voyages that the Society of Worlds brought upon itself the
epidemic of exploding stars.
Before describing this series of disasters I shall say something of the
conditions of other galaxies as they were known to us through our
participation in the experience of our own galaxy.
Telepathic exploration had long ago revealed that at least in some other
galaxies there existed minded worlds. And now, after long experiment,
the worlds of our galaxy, working for this purpose as a single galactic
mind, had attained much more detailed knowledge of the cosmos as a
whole. This had proved difficult because of an unsuspected parochialism
in the mental attitude of the worlds of each galaxy. In the basic
physical and biological constitutions of the galaxies there was no
far-reaching difference. In each there was a diversity of races of the
same general types as those of our own galaxy. But upon the cultural
plane the trend of development in each galactic society had produced
important mental idiosyncrasies, often so deep-seated as to be
unwitting. Thus it was very difficult at first for the developed
galaxies to make contact with one another. Our own galactic culture
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