Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 72 — page 113: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION I find it takes no courage. I find a sense of relief—almost release. I need no longer be an outcast—an honourable man in a world which knows no honour. Death reduces us all to the same level. I find myself smiling at those human beliefs which would carry the superiority of some even beyond the grave. How self-righteous we all are—how human. Instead, I know a sense of welcome, a tremendous seren- ity. I find I have less dread than I knew each morning when I awoke, knowing I must deal with the world another day. I shrink less from the clean, bright points of the stars than I did from the actions of my fellow men. This, then, is the true reward—not recognition, not shouts of acclaim, but the ability to face what must be with serenity. This is the reward for valour. 112 comiclooks.cormn i tl i