There Are Universes Begging For Gods, Yet

Dreams Haunted The Riverworld.

One Thing Is Sure, O Comrades, That The Love That Fights To Keep Us Rooted In The Earth, But Also Urges Us To Dare The Stars, This Irresistible, This Ancient Power Wedged In The Soul, Unshakable, Is The Light That Burns Our Roots And Leaves Us Free For Space.

Nature Is An Experimenter.

The Way Is Open, Comrades, Free As Space Alone Is Free. The Only Gold Is Love, A Coin That We Have Minted From The Light Of Others Who Have Cared For Us On Earth And Who Have Deposited In Us The Power That Nerves Our Nerves To Seize The Burning Stars.

Yes, We Hope To Seed A New, Rich Earth. We Hope To Breed A Race Of Men Whose Power Dwells In Hearts As Open As All Space Itself, Who Ask For Nothing But The Light That Rinses The Heart Of Hate So That The Stars Above Will Be Below When Man Has Love.