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*Oh! What ravishing delights does the soul taste which is accustomed, by familiar habit, to converse with Angels. Worldly wonders of holy solitary time buried interior of profound silence; converse with far greater being beyond reason.* The city of planets lay out before the star ship. Science had been forsaken, for a passion to follow the Angel. The Angel stood at the captains side and at the side of all the planets leaders. Nor will the Angel's work cease while the race of man continues. The captain, a slender radiant warrior maiden, looks to the Angel in golden armor for obedience. He is like a knight and a ghost: Angelic. "How far must we travel?" asks Captain Pelham. "I am there. You will follow." the Angel's voice whispers. In an instant of brilliant light every city and star ship is erased... Captain Pelham and her crew stand naked in a green field beneath a brilliant blue sky with white clouds. The Angel has vanished.. There are trees with sweet fruit and a happy brook.. They eat and drink and love.. They have found happiness... There is no struggle. *We have come a long Way in our dream, but we have not moved from our place.* + |