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
But there was more on the plateau than the figure of what had been.
Beside it with rapt, pleading gaze on her face stood yet unmoved the
life-comrade of the vanished. The manana was again in position, the
observers again stood by the biometer and the psychometer. Another
scene of departure and transfiguration was to be enacted. The whole
consciousness of the community had granted without words the petition
of Amiralno’s spouse. Nothing seemed to be so fitting as that the two
should leave their trammelled life together, and within the space of a
few hundred beatings of the pulse partner had followed partner. The two
lives, joined for so many centuries, had come to a close together. Out
into infinite space had fled the two intertwined energies, only a few
heartbeats apart. Perhaps together they would find their new sphere,
their new platform for still higher flight through the diviner stages
of existence.
The Limanorans, when they had reached what they considered the limits
of their usefulness in corporeal life, gained an instinctive knowledge
of the moment when death was certain to come, or perhaps it was an
instinctive power of dying. It is a common thing to see amongst savage
or half-civilised tribes a man or woman in full health deliberately
lie down, turn the face away from friends and light, and prepare to
die. They seem to know when their destiny is coming upon them, and
nothing will persuade them to take measures for driving it off. Strong
though the currents of life may be flowing in the veins at the moment,
it is not long before they have completely ebbed, and left the body a
pulseless mass of inert matter. It was this instinct, whether prophetic
or suicidal, that the aged amongst this people seemed to resume when
they had weighed the vital powers in their systems against the duties
that new ages with their progress would bring, and found them wanting.
Destiny seemed to speak out to them, when they saw the transference of
the minus to the wrong side. Their minds were made up and it needed but
a few days or hours to set the imprisoned energy free. In these later
and more scientific ages there was some delay, and not uncommonly a
postponement of the departure. A careful examination of the system by
means of their new scientific instruments revealed some radical mistake
in the judgment of the elder as to himself, or the demands of a new age
of discovery made the need of more brains and hands imperative. The
result was the same in both cases; the reason was persuaded to give up
its resolve; life flowed on in the veins with even power again; all
the old duties were resumed; and the day of farewells was put off till
a more convenient season. But once they were convinced that they were
retarding progress instead of accelerating it, the end, they felt, was
within measurable distance; they straightway relinquished their grasp
of life; they withdrew purpose and power of will from all their vital
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