Propagating their little partial truths, they bewildered and misdirected their fellow mortals as much as they helped them.β Still fewer attained a clear and constant vision, even of some partial aspect of truth and their half-truths they nearly always took to be absolute. Only a few here and there, now and then, were solaced, goaded, or tortured by moments of true wakefulness. Like my own race, they never fully awoke from the primeval sleep of the subman. Nearly always they were intent merely on seeking for themselves respite from fatigue or boredom, fear or hunger. And even their intimate loving was inconstant and lacking in insight. Most were capable, at least in some humble degree, of the intimate kind of community which is personal affection but for nearly all of them a stranger was ever a thing to fear and hate. βIn every one of these "chrysalis" worlds thousands of millions of persons were flashing into existence, one after the other, to drift gropingly about for a few instants of cosmical time before they were extinguished.
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