Limanora : $b the island of progressSweven, Godfrey
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Limanora : $b the island of progress
Sweven, Godfrey
Islands of the Pacific -- Fiction; Science fiction; Utopias -- Fiction
Thus at last there came the supreme moment that I had laboured for. I
was to be permitted to visit Fialume. I shall never forget the day.
I had swept out of my mind analogies for their great graveyard from
the doleful surroundings of death to which I had been accustomed in
my native land, the long train of mourners, the ghastly hearse with
its burden of mortality, the unkempt grass of the place of tombs, the
dreary wait beneath the unsympathetic sky; and then the rattle of the
clods upon the coffin-lid, and the frantic effort to drive from the
soul the thought of the gradual corruption of the body and the final
residue of skull and bones. Years though I had been in Limanora, I had
never heard of a funeral. Indeed deaths were as rare as births in a
community that had striven to avoid the lavish waste of nature, and
had so studied the human frame as to know how to arrest decay of its
powers and to give every individual full possibility of developing
himself and through himself his race. The reckless and indiscriminate
bearings and dyings of the old world were no advance on the course of
the animal or even the vegetable sphere; the higher the organisation
the fewer the young and the greater the care of them. But man in other
lands had still, with all his thought and foresight, the extravagant
method of nature, and had increased and multiplied without stint in
order that an occasional exception might help by favouring conditions
to lead the race onwards and perhaps upwards. Thousands of Alexanders
and Cromwells, of Mahomets and Socrates, of Homers and Dantes and
Shakespeares had lived and died unknown, because they had not been
born into the circumstances which fitted their peculiar faculties.
This people had seen that the method of nature was haphazard, if not
heartless, that the rate of progress could be indefinitely accelerated
if every child that was born were born with a definite purpose, and his
life were guarded and extended till that purpose was fulfilled. They
meant every act of generation for a definite advance. Birth and death
were in the hands of the race and not of chance, and thus it was that
I had never seen or heard of obsequies during the many years of my
probation.
So my difficulties were solved by my guardians before we set out for
the national place of tombs. Yet my curiosity was as active as before.
This was the beginning of a new epoch in my new life. How could its
wonders surpass those of the past years! And I was all eagerness to
study the past history of this noble race, to study the gradual ascent
to the height they had now reached.
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