Limanora : $b the island of progressSweven, Godfrey
Science
Limanora : $b the island of progress
Sweven, Godfrey
Islands of the Pacific -- Fiction; Science fiction; Utopias -- Fiction
While the whole community quivered with inward jubilance, two momentary
dangers threatened it: it might take some time to recover its
equilibrium; and its thoughts and interests, narrowed by the necessity
of defence against this threat from below, might be long in rising to
the true cosmic level. Some exceptional stimulus was needed to raise
their lives and aims, some appeal to the spirit, which would set them
free from the trammels of earth and all deteriorative excitement. Such
liberation had been by no means uncommon in their past, but no occasion
for it had occurred since I had entered on my novitiate, except in the
case of individuals and families; then I had been too busy with my
training or too distant from the household concerned to notice it.
Now it was to be a national purification of the nature, and I was to
share in it. Would this be a religious ceremony, a day of humiliation
and prayer, such as I had often witnessed in my old home after great
national disasters or during plague or famine? I had seen no churches
or temples, no signs of religious service, no acts of private worship.
I had never heard anyone speak of gods or priests or expiations. Was
this at last to be the revelation of the inner shrine, into which I had
never been able to penetrate?
I had not long to wait for the solution of my problems. Purposes here
moved to conclusions with lightning swiftness, and when one impulse
stirred the people, there was needed no heralding to mass them in the
desired place. I found myself drawn with my proparents and Thyriel and
her household towards a massive building that stood upon a peak far
up the slopes of Lilaroma. There was no need of road or steps to it;
wings made the wide air the highway. Yet were there great terraces
ramparting the sides of the peak, and from the highest seawards there
was a marvellous flight of steps which, when the clouds hid Lilaroma,
seemed to lead up into heaven. I had often seen the edifice gleam high
in the setting sun, yet there were so many temple-like structures on
the shoulders and peaks of the giant mountain that it had ceased to
excite inquiry. Now as we flew towards it its titanic proportions
and jewelled beauty seemed to dominate all the lower world. The
building, the most striking that I had ever seen, raised an enormous
circular dome of crystal to the sky, and around this were innumerable
smaller structures, which elsewhere would have bulked huge to the
eye. As we drew nearer, I saw that each crystal cupola, instead of
crouching low upon the terrace as I had thought at first, rose upon
a lofty and massive tower of great strength. What I had taken for
smaller and higher terraces and bastions were the walls of towers
and square citadels that seemed built to outlast the wars of Titans.
Solid lava they were of extraordinary thickness. There was nothing
here of that slenderness and delicacy which had made me compare their
other buildings to lace-work. The terraces and flight of steps I had
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