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Milty's Mag, December 1944

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with him for a time, moved away to other schools and disappeared from his life. For a few weeks or months he would know the company of others like him, the varied in mind and character, and then they would be gone, off to other organizations, until the people he had known here spread across the entire system of stars.
It was thru these others that there came to him so gradually and so resisted by him the knowledge of realization that altered his character. It was by knowing these people, living with them, disliking some and liking others, and finding some to be his equals and even some to be his betters, that the struggle and pain in his mind was appeased.
For little by little, by weeks, by months, by rising understanding and blooming maturity, the realization came to him that he as not a superior being, that he was not a unique creature, that he was not a genius, that he was not unique creature, that he was not a genius, that he was not even a great man, but that he was an ordinary person of ordinary capabilities, more intelligent than many, less intelligent than others, with perhaps a greater variety of talents and interest than most, but not sufficiently so as to be a phenomenon; with more intensity and seriousness than most, with more awareness of life, but not in such amount as to make him the supreme creation of life.
Instead, he knew precisely what he was -- that he was one of a large groups, called by various names in various times, which was characterized by moderately higher standards of life than the average person.
And, as he sat in the spaship thinking of the past and also of the future, he knew that if he ever got out of the war his part in the world would not be that of a great man, but that he would follow the course of the many who were necessary to manage the affairs of civilization and do the lesser scientific work to fill in the valleyes between the peaks of advancement made by the extreme geniuses.
He knew that in his new Fleet School knowledge was the groundwork for future study of inter-dimensional travel, and he knew that the life that lay ahead of him, though not one of great historic distinction, would be one of pleasure, with a varied mixture of activities, rich with what people called the Art of Living.
If there ever came to him a pang of regret at the loss of the dreams, he could shrug it off, as so many others had done, and hope that his offspring would come closer to his ideals than he had.

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Milty's Mag Page four __________________________ with him for a time, moved away to other schools and disappeared from his life. For a few weeks or months he would know the company of others like him, the varied in mind and character, and then they would be gone, off to other organizations, until the people he had known here spread across the entire system of stars. It was thru these others that there came to him so gradually and so resisted by him the knowledge of realization that altered his character. It was by knowing these people, living with them, disliking some and liking others, and finding some to be his equals and even some to be his betters, that the struggle and pain in his mind was appeased. For little by little, by weeks, by months, by rising understanding and blooming maturity, the realization came to him that he as not a superior being, that he was not a unique creature, that he was not a genius, that he was not unique creature, that he was not a genius, that he was not even a great man, but that he was an ordinary person of ordinary capabilities, more intelligent than many, less intelligent than others, with perhaps a greater variety of talents and interest than most, but not sufficiently so as to be a phenomenon; with more intensity and seriousness than most, with more awareness of life, but not in such amount as to make him the supreme creation of life. Instead, he knew precisely what he was -- that he was one of a large groups, called by various names in various times, which was characterized by moderately higher standards of life than the average person. And, as he sat in the spaship thinking of the past and also of the future, he knew that if he ever got out of the war his part in the world would not be that of a great man, but that he would follow the course of the many who were necessary to manage the affairs of civilization and do the lesser scientific work to fill in the valleyes between the peaks of advancement made by the extreme geniuses. He knew that in his new Fleet School knowledge was the groundwork for future study of inter-dimensional travel, and he knew that the life that lay ahead of him, though not one of great historic distinction, would be one of pleasure, with a varied mixture of activities, rich with what people called the Art of Living. If there ever came to him a pang of regret at the loss of the dreams, he could shrug it off, as so many others had done, and hope that his offspring would come closer to his ideals than he had.