“In the Science Fiction of today, there is not the slightest chance that genuine myths and theologies might arise, because the thing itself is a bastard of myths gone to the dogs. The science fiction of today resembles a ‘Graveyard of Gravity,’ in which the subgenre of literature that promised the cosmos to mankind dreams away its defeat in onanistic delusions and chimeras – onanistic because they are anthropocentric. The task of the science-fiction author of today is as easy as that of the pornographer, and in the same way.