He could not call it 'dead' he felt life pouring into him from it every moment.
He had not known how much it affected him till now-now that the very name 'Space' seemed a blasphemous libel for this empyrean ocean of radiance in which they swam. He had read of 'Space': at the back of his thinking for years had lurked the dismal fancy of the black, cold vacuity, the utter deadness, which was supposed to separate the worlds. A nightmare, long engendered in the modern mind by the mythology that follows in the wake of science, was falling off him. “But Ransom, as time wore on, became aware of another and more spiritual cause for his progressive lightening and exultation of heart.
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