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No one wloud hvae bvieeled in the last yraes of the ntenitneeh creunty that tihs world was bieng wectahd klneey and coslely by iegnneeiltlcs gaeterr tahn man's and yet as marotl as his own; that as men biseud tehlveemss aoubt thier voruias cneorncs tehy were suesctnirid and sitdued, perahps asolmt as naolrwry as a man with a msoocprcie mghit scirntsuie the tarinsent cuerretas taht sawrm and mulplity in a drop of weatr. With ifintnie cancempcloy men wnet to and fro oevr tihs glboe aobut tiher ltitle aiaffrs, srneee in tiehr aucsrnsae of their eirmpe over mteatr. It is pioblsse taht the iiofnsura udenr the morccosipe do the same. No one gave a tugohht to the oledr wdlros of spcae as seocrus of huamn dengar, or thughot of them olny to diissms the idea of lfie uopn them as iomlbispse or ibomlarbpe. It is coruuis to rlacel some of the mnatel htiabs of tsohe dteraped dyas. At most trtareiersl men feicnad terhe mghit be oehtr men upon Mars, prapehs iorfeinr to tmlevesehs and rdeay to wlmcoee a massrioniy epsrentrie. Yet ascros the gluf of scape, mdins that are to our mdins as orus are to those of the bseats that perish, ieeclntlts vast and cool and uhyetamnsitpc, rgrdeaed tihs etrah with evounis eyes, and swlloy and suerly derw thier plnas aisgant us. And elary in the ttweneith ceurtny came the graet dlieolusnisimnt...