Sopho chuckled. "Surely--we've pursued truth? What we carry today represents a great accumulation of truth! And I'll also agree that most men who merely amass worldly goods--the rich--aren't greatly interested in science. In truth. In anything but money. Still--" Chris had raised his hand. "This ship--the bomb it carries--all the equipment and paraphernalia of the universities which lie behind it--the projects undertaken and achieved there--what are they, too, doctor--if not worldly goods?" "Then you would have us put science aside? Stop seeking such truth--?" "Seek truth in two ways, doctor. Within--and without." He drew a breath, frowned and spoke again. "Love--in man--takes various forms. Love of self. Love of woman. Love of other men. Love of cosmos. Each is an altruism so designed that, through love, man shall preserve himself in dignity, procreate, and preserve all others even at the cost of his own life. Greater love hath no man than this last. Not one of these altruisms can be peacefully maintained unless the others also are given their proportionate due. The conscience of a man rises from the relatedness of these loves and is his power to interpret how valuable, relatively, each one is--not to him alone, but to all men, as each man is beholden to all. To reason only in the mind is to express the love of worldly goods, alone. Have you ever reasoned in your heart, doctor?" "Irrational emotions! Reason has no place there!" "But it has. As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he. You scientists refuse to study how your hearts think. Repent, I said. Confess, the churches say--and worldliness encompasses them! Join, they say. But I say, when you have yielded up your vanity you will contain the immortal love. My time is short, gentlemen. I thought to remind you." "I remember--!" the colonel's lips pronounced the inaudible words. Learned looked at the floor. "How do you tell them--now?" Sopho said disgustedly, "Metaphysics!"