I had seen that from out the depths of the base matter come forth a
substance pure and glorious. Transmutation then had proved that there
is no vile, low or corrupt matter in the universe, and the idea is a
relic of the ignorance inculcated in the dim vistas of the past. All
matter is simply a figure sculptured by the pencil of spirit, vortices
which use space as a playground, speed which holds the lines stiff and
refractory against ultra intrusion.