We take off into the cosmos, ready for anything: for solitude, for hardship, for exhaustion, death.
Modesty forbids us to say so, but there are times when we think pretty well of ourselves. And yet, if we examine it more closely, our enthusiasm turns out to be all a sham.
We think of ourselves as the Knights of the Holy Contact. This is another lie.
We are only seeking Man. We have no need of other worlds. A single world, our own, suffices us; but we can't accept it for what it is.
We are searching for an ideal image of our own world: we go in quest of a planet, a civilization superior to our own.