But what finally ended this cycle was Verdi's Requiem Mass, which he had never heard performed on Earth.

This phase lasted for two weeks before he realized that the sound of all these superbly trained voices was only exacerbating his loneliness. So he switched to opera-usually in Italian or German, so that he was not distracted even by the minimal intellectual content that most operas contained. The problems they dealt with, however, seemed so remote, or so easily resolved with a little common sense, that after a while he lost patience with them. At first, needing the companionship of the human voice, he had listened to classical plays-especially the works of Shaw, Ibsen, and Shakespeare-or poetry readings from Discovery's enormous library of recorded sounds. He could no longer tolerate silence except when he was sleeping, or talking over the circuit to Earth, he kept the ship's sound system running at almost painful loudness. “Bowman was aware of some changes in his behavior patterns it would have been absurd to expect anything else in the circumstances. The truth, as always, will be far stranger.” But please remember: this is only a work of fiction. Why not, indeed? Here is one possible answer to that very reasonable question. Increasing numbers, however are asking 'Why have such meetings not occurred already, since we ourselves are about to venture into space?'

Men have been slow to face this prospect some still hope that it may never become reality. But the barriers of distance are crumbling one day we shall meet our equals, or our masters, among the stars. How many of those potential heavens and hells are now inhabited, and by what manner of creatures, we have no way of guessing the very nearest is a million times farther away than Mars or Venus, those still remote goals of the next generation. So almost certainly there is enough land in the sky to give every member of the human species, back to the first ape-man, his own private, world-sized heaven-or hell. And many-perhaps most-of those alien suns have planets circling them. So for every man who has ever lived, in this Universe there shines a star.īut every one of those stars is a sun, often far more brilliant and glorious than the small, nearby star we call the Sun. Now this is an interesting number, for by a curious coincidence there are approximately a hundred billion stars in our local universe, the Milky Way.

Since the dawn of time, roughly a hundred billion human beings have walked the planet Earth. “Behind every man now alive stand thirty ghosts, for that is the ratio by which the dead outnumber the living.

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