If men can ever learn to accept all their truths as not final, and if
they can ever learn to build on something better than dogma, they may
not be found saying, discouragedly, every once in so often, that every
civilization carries in it the seeds of decay. It will carry such
seeds with great certainty, though, when they're put there, by the
very race, too, that will later deplore the results. Why shouldn't
creeds totter when they are jerry-built creeds?
On stars where creeds come late in the life of a race; where they
spring from the riper, not cruder, reactions of spirit; where they
grow out of nobly developed psychic powers that have put their
possessors in tune with cosmic music; and where no cheap hallucinations
discredit their truths; they perhaps run a finer, more beautiful course
than the simians', and open the eyes of the soul to far loftier visions.