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Sunspots, v. 6, issue 6, whole no. 26, Fall 1945
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Fall, 1945 SUN SPOTS Page 7 PERFECTION By J. Edward Davis There was a day, before the Earth was born, when man resided on a world not unlike this one; where great, green mountains soared heavenward into a fermanent bluer by far than the one which you know. And the vast rolling plains were fertile and good; the hot moist soil giving birth to many living things. And it was on this world that I lived. I ruled the land, a mighty nation of people, in which there was a minimum of dispute. Never had there entered the minds of my people the thought of war or destruction of fellow man. The people lived in peace and contentment. They charted the seas and the heavens; but never did they dream of leaving our land; for what reason did they have to go elsewhere? In our country no one was needy, all were provided for. Life was long and pleasant. Our cities were well-planned and provided all with an equal opportunity for relaxation. Each man and woman did their share of work, and none ever conceived the thought of shirking it. We had no racial disputes, for we were all of the same race. And our religion was one and the same. We worshipped life and its atributes; we helped one another and worked for the good of ourselves and our fellow man. We had artists and writers, but they illustrated and created only that which was of interest to others. Radical views were never taken, save for the betterment of our land. I was immortal; but my people did not envy me. They accepted me as their leader, for I had never cheated or misled them. I had ruled for eons. I watched the cities grow and the minds of the people mature until we had attained a nation greater than any ever conceived by the Utopian dreamers of Earth. To you it may appear that we had reached perfection. Meanwhile, out in space, nebula were transformed into solid bodies and suns were born and died. Time passed on almost unheeded, and through it all I lived. And then, one day, a man revolted. Having grown tired of the droll way in which our manner of existance went from century to century, this man did what no others had ever dreamed of doing. He constructed a space-going craft and deserted our world. This man had discovered what the others could not conceive -- that man is individual and must rule his own destiny. (Concluded on following page)
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Fall, 1945 SUN SPOTS Page 7 PERFECTION By J. Edward Davis There was a day, before the Earth was born, when man resided on a world not unlike this one; where great, green mountains soared heavenward into a fermanent bluer by far than the one which you know. And the vast rolling plains were fertile and good; the hot moist soil giving birth to many living things. And it was on this world that I lived. I ruled the land, a mighty nation of people, in which there was a minimum of dispute. Never had there entered the minds of my people the thought of war or destruction of fellow man. The people lived in peace and contentment. They charted the seas and the heavens; but never did they dream of leaving our land; for what reason did they have to go elsewhere? In our country no one was needy, all were provided for. Life was long and pleasant. Our cities were well-planned and provided all with an equal opportunity for relaxation. Each man and woman did their share of work, and none ever conceived the thought of shirking it. We had no racial disputes, for we were all of the same race. And our religion was one and the same. We worshipped life and its atributes; we helped one another and worked for the good of ourselves and our fellow man. We had artists and writers, but they illustrated and created only that which was of interest to others. Radical views were never taken, save for the betterment of our land. I was immortal; but my people did not envy me. They accepted me as their leader, for I had never cheated or misled them. I had ruled for eons. I watched the cities grow and the minds of the people mature until we had attained a nation greater than any ever conceived by the Utopian dreamers of Earth. To you it may appear that we had reached perfection. Meanwhile, out in space, nebula were transformed into solid bodies and suns were born and died. Time passed on almost unheeded, and through it all I lived. And then, one day, a man revolted. Having grown tired of the droll way in which our manner of existance went from century to century, this man did what no others had ever dreamed of doing. He constructed a space-going craft and deserted our world. This man had discovered what the others could not conceive -- that man is individual and must rule his own destiny. (Concluded on following page)
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