And here and there on such planets, one or two poor little spirits waking up and wondering what in the hell everything was for, what it was all about, what they could make of themselves and glimpsing in a muddled way what their potentiality was, and feebly trying to express it, but always failing, always missing fire, and very often feeling themselves breaking up as he himself was doing. Here and there some speck of a planet dominated by some half-awake intelligence like humanity. And beyond, those brainless, handless idiotic stars, lazing away so importantly for nothing. Everything desperately struggling to keep its nose above water for a few breaths before its strength inevitably failed and down it went, pressed under by something else. (Nothing but man was really cruel, vindictive, except perhaps the loathly cat). Made that way! Nothing was responsible for being by nature predatory on other things, dog on rabbit and Argentine beef, man on nearly everything, bugs and microbes on man, and of course man himself on man. Sirius himself was no exception, of course.
Everything was made so that it had to torture something else. “But what a universe, anyhow! No use blaming human-beings for what they were. For we shall make after all a fair conclusion to this brief music that is man.”
And so we may go forward together with laughter in our hearts, and peace, thankful for the past, and for our own courage. Man himself in his degree is eternally a beauty in the eternal form of things. Man himself, at the very least, is music, a brave theme that makes music also of its vast accompaniment, its matrix of storms and stars. Inevitably so, for if it exists, it is not for him in his littleness. Yet he can never be sure that he has truly heard it, nor even that there is any such perfect music at all to be heard. “Is the beauty of the Whole really enhanced by our agony? And is the Whole really beautiful? And what is beauty? Throughout all his existence man has been striving to hear the music of the spheres, and has seemed to himself once and again to catch some phrase of it, or even a hint of the whole form of it.
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