“In the beginning there was Konomi, thinking His lonely thoughts alone. In the beginning there was darkness, formless, dead, and Man unknown. Out of the loneness came a longing, out of the longing came a vision, Out of the dream there came a planning, out of the plan there came decision— Konomi’s hand was lifted and the Ship was born! Miles after mile of sung compartments, tank by tank for the golden corn, □□ and passage, door and locker, fit for needs of the yet unborn. He looked on His work and found it pleasing, meet for a race that was yet to be. Ho thought of Man—Man came into being—checked his thought and searched for the key. Man untamed would shame his Maker, Man unruled would spoil the Plan. So Konomi made the Regulations, orders to each single man, Each to task and each to a station, serving a purpose beyond their ken, Some to speak and some to listen—order came to the ranks of men. Crew He created to work at their stations, scientists to guide the Plan. Over them all He created the Captain, made him judge of the race of man. Thus it was in the Golden Age! Konomi is perfect, all below him lack perfect on in their deeds. Envy, Greed, and Pride of Spirit sought for minds to lodge their seeds. One there was who gave them lodging—accursed Takashi, the first of sin! His evil counsel stirred rebellion, planted doubt where it had not been; Blood of martyrs stained the floor plates, Konomi’s Captain made the Trip. Darkness swallowed ways of virtue, Sin prevailed throughout the Ship. …………”