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One of these parties was convinced that the pretensions of the minded
planets must be false, that beings whose history was compact of sin and
strife and slaughter must be essentially diabolic, and that to parley
with them was to court disaster. This party, at first in a majority,
urged that the war should be continued till every planet had been
destroyed.
The minority party clamored for peace. The planets, they affirmed, were
seeking in their own way the very same goal as the stars. It was even
suggested that these minute beings, with their more varied experience
and their long acquaintance with evil, might have certain kinds of
insight which the stars, those fallen angels, lacked. Might not the two
sorts of being create together a glorious symbiotic society, and achieve
together the end that was most dear to both, namely the full awakening
of the spirit? It was a long while before the majority would listen to
this counsel. Destruction continued. The precious energies of the galaxy
were squandered. System after system of worlds was destroyed. Star after
star sank into exhaustion and stupor. Meanwhile the Society of Worlds
maintained a pacific attitude. No more stellar energy was tapped. No
more stellar orbits were altered. No stars were artificially exploded.
Stellar opinion began to change. The crusade of extermination relaxed,
and was abandoned. There followed a period of “isolationism” in which
the stars, intent on repairing their shattered society, left their
former enemies alone. Gradually a fumbling attempt at fraternizing began
between the planets and their suns. The two kinds of beings, though so
alien that they could not at all comprehend each other’s idiosyncrasies,
were too lucid for mere tribal passions. They resolved to overcome all
obstacles and enter into some kind of community. Soon it was the desire
of every star to be girdled with artificial planets and enter into some
sort of “sympsychic” partnership with its encircling companions. For it
was by now clear to the stars that the “vermin” had much to give them.
The experience of the two orders of beings was in many ways
complementary. The stars retained still the tenor of the angelic wisdom
of their golden age. The planets excelled in the analytic, the
microscopic, and in that charity which was bred in them by knowledge of
their own weak and suffering forbears. To the stars, moreover, it was
perplexing that their minute companions could accept not merely with
resignation but with joy a cosmos which evidently was seamed with evil.
In due season a symbiotic society of stars and planetary systems
embraced the whole galaxy. But it was at first a wounded society, and
ever after an impoverished galaxy. Few only of its million million stars
were still in their prime. Every possible sun was now girdled with
planets. Many dead stars were stimulated to disintegrate their atoms so
as to provide artificial suns. Others were used in a more economical
manner. Special races of intelligent organisms were bred or synthetized
to inhabit the surfaces of these great worlds. Very soon, upon a
thousand stars that once had blazed, teeming populations of innumerable
types maintained an austere civilization. These subsisted on the
volcanic energies of their huge worlds. Minute, artificially contrived
worm-like creatures, they crept laboriously over the plains where
oppressive gravitation allowed not so much as a stone to project above
the general level. So violent, indeed, was gravitation, that even the
little bodies of these worms might be shattered by a fall of half an
inch. Save for artificial lighting, the inhabitants of the stellar
worlds lived in eternal darkness, mitigated only by the starlight, the
glow of volcanic eruption, and the phosphorescence of their own bodies.
Their subterranean borings led down to the vast photosynthesis stations
which converted the star’s imprisoned energy for the uses of life and of
mind. Intelligence in these gigantic worlds was of course a function not
of the separate individual but of the minded swarm. Like the insectoids,
these little creatures, when isolated from the swarm, were mere
instinctive animals, actuated wholly by the gregarious craving to return
to the swarm.
The need to people the dead stars would not have arisen had not the war
reduced the number of minded planets and the number of suns available
for new planetary systems dangerously near the minimum required to
maintain the communal life in full diversity. The Society of Worlds had
been a delicately organized unity in which each element had a special
function. It was therefore necessary, since the lost members could not
be repeated, to produce new worlds to function in their places at least
approximately.
Gradually the symbiotic society overcame the immense difficulties of
reorganization, and began to turn its attention to the pursuit of that
purpose which is the ultimate purpose of all awakened minds, the aim
which they inevitably and gladly espouse because it is involved in their
deepest nature. Henceforth the symbiotic society gave all its best
attention to the further awakening of the spirit.
But this purpose, which formerly the angelic company of the stars and
the ambitious Society of Worlds had each hoped to accomplish in relation
not merely to the galaxy but to the cosmos, was now regarded more
humbly. Both stars and worlds recognized that not merely the home galaxy
but the cosmical swarm of galaxies was nearing its end. Physical energy,
once a seemingly inexhaustible fund, was becoming less and less
available for the maintenance of life. It was spreading itself more and
more evenly over the whole cosmos. Only here and there and with
difficulty could the minded organisms intercept it in its collapse from
high to low potential. Very soon the universe would be physically
senile. All ambitious plans had therefore to be abandoned. Nolonger was
there any question of physical travel between the galaxies. Such
enterprises would use up too many of the pence out of the few pounds of
wealth that survived after the extravagance of former aeons. No longer
was there any unnecessary coming and going, even within the galaxy
itself. The worlds clung to their suns. The suns steadily cooled. And as
they cooled, the encircling worlds contracted their orbits for warmth’s
sake.
But though the galaxy was physically impoverished, it was in many ways
Utopian. The symbiotic society of stars and worlds was perfectly
harmonious. Strife between the two kinds was a memory of the remote
past. Both were wholly loyal to the common purpose. They lived their
personal lives in zestful cooperation, friendly conflict, and mutual
interest. Each took part according to its capacity in the common task of
cosmical exploration and appreciation. The stars were now dying off more
rapidly than before, for the great host of the mature had become a great
host of aged white dwarfs. As they died, they bequeathed their bodies to
the service of the society, to be used either as reservoirs of
subatomic energy, or as artificial suns, or as worlds to be peopled by
intelligent populations of worms. Many a planetary system was now
centered around an artificial sun. Physically the substitution was
tolerable; but beings that had become mentally dependent on partnership
with a living star regarded a mere furnace with despondency. Foreseeing
the inevitable dissolution of the symbiosis throughout the galaxy, the
planets were now doing all in their power to absorb the angelic wisdom
of the stars. But after very few aeons the planets themselves had to
begin reducing their number. The myriad worlds could no longer all crowd
closely enough around their cooling suns. Soon the mental power of the
galaxy, which had hitherto been with difficulty maintained at its
highest pitch, must inevitably begin to wane.
Yet the temper of the galaxy was not sad but joyful. The symbiosis had
greatly improved the art of telepathic communion; and now at last the
many kinds of spirit which composed the galactic society were bound so
closely in mutual insight that there had emerged out of their harmonious
diversity a true galactic mind, whose mental reach surpassed that of the
stars and the worlds as far as these surpassed their own individuals.
The galactic mind, which was but the mind of each individual star and
world and minute organism in the worlds, enriched by all its fellows and
awakened to finer percipience, saw that it had but a short time to live.
Looking back through the ages of galactic history, down temporal vistas
crowded with teeming and diversified populations, the mind of our galaxy
saw that itself was the issue of untold strife and grief and hope
frustrated. It confronted all the tortured spirits of the past not with
pity or regret but with smiling content, such as a man may feel toward
his own childhood’s tribulations. And it said, within the mind of each
one of all its members, “Their suffering, which to them seemed barren
evil, was the little price to be paid for my future coming. Right and
sweet and beautiful is the whole in which these things happen. For I, I
am the heaven in which all my myriad progenitors find recompense,
finding their heart’s desire. For in the little time that is left me I
shall press on, with all my peers throughout the cosmos, to crown the
cosmos with perfect and joyful insight, and to salute the Maker of
Galaxies and Stars and Worlds with fitting praise.”
A STUNTED COSMICAL SPIRIT
WHEN at last our galaxy was able to make a full telepathic exploration
of the cosmos of galaxies it discovered that the state of life in the
cosmos was precarious. Very few of the galaxies were now in their youth;
most were already far past their prime. Throughout the cosmos the dead
and lightfess stars far outnumbered the living and luminous. In many
galaxies the strife of stars and worlds had been even more disastrous
than in our own. Peace had been secured only after both sides had
degenerated past hope of recovery. In most of the younger galaxies,
however, this strife had not yet appeared; and efforts were already
being made by the most awakened galactic spirits to enlighten the
ignorant stellar and planetary societies about one another before they
should blunder into conflict.
The communal spirit of our galaxy now joined the little company of the
most awakened beings of the cosmos, the scattered band of advanced
galactic spirits, whose aim it was to create a real cosmical community,
with a single mind, the communal spirit of its myriad and diverse worlds
and individual intelligences. Thus it was hoped to acquire powers of
insight and of creativity impossible on the merely galactic plane.
With grave joy we, the cosmical explorers, who were already gathered up
into the communal mind of our own galaxy, now found ourselves in
intimate union with a score of other galactic minds. We, or rather I,
now experienced the slow drift of the galaxies much as a man feels the
swing of his own limbs. From my score of viewpoints I observed the
great snow-storm of many million galaxies, streaming and circling, and
ever withdrawing farther apart from one another with the relentless
“expansion” of space. But though the vastness of space was increasing in
relation to the size of galaxies and stars and worlds, to me, with my
composite, scattered body, space seemed no bigger than a great vaulted
hall.
My experience of time also had changed; for now, as on an earlier
occasion, the aeons had become for me as brief as minutes. I conceived
the whole life of the cosmos not as an immensely protracted and
leisurely passage from a remote and shadowy source to a glorious and a
still more remote eternity, but as a brief, a headlong and forlorn, race
against galloping time.
Confronted by the many backward galaxies, I seemed to myself to
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