Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 43 — page 44: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

TO-MORROW IS ANOTHER DAY years ago; but it was we sen- sitives who built Babylon and the civilisations of Egypt— Greece—Rome. The lot, in short. We pulled humanity part way out of the slime and hope to get it further. “That’s us—the survival drive. The libido, in psy- chological terms. But there is always the mortido, or death-urge, too. You know the theory? The libido seeks nirvana through the throwing down of all opposition. The mortido seeks it in oblivion. And that, you see, is why Rome and Greece and Egypt followed Babylon into the dust of ages, and why our present civilization is on the verge of global self-destruc- tion. Incase you’re interested, by the way, there never was an Atlantis. “Well, this shapeless, un- intelligent, unaware fcetus of something truly great that is the human race, undergoes cycles of dominance of one drive and another, and since the race is not yet exactly sane, collectively speaking, 43 there are occasional crises in the mass-mind, when the mortido threatens perman- ‘ently to disrupt our unsure unification of humanity, and plunge it back into the mire. There’ve been three such to date: one in the middle of the first ten centuries A.D., after the crash of Rome; one in the mid-seventeenth cen- tury, which included the French Revolution and the Napoleonic Wars; and the two wars just over. That one’s still running! With the increasing potency of the means of destruction made available to the mortido by our ‘scientific progress, the periods of destruction and dissolution grow shorter— but also more frequent. If the current one isn’t the last, it’s the next to last. We've got to get around it, Michel. We have got to deal the opposition a blow that will cripple them for long enough to stop them being a menace to the final evolution of superconsciousness—or better, permanently. You see? conicloooks.conn