If life began at the atom of hydrogen, progressed through all the chemistries up to protoplasm, what then lay beyond that. It was felt that the process might be eternal, and that there might be no end to the progression. The search for the end had been crystallised through the ages of stasis, and had finally resulted in the sending out of the scouts.
This is a pseudonym for Joseph Lawrence Morrissey, who also wrote under the pseudonym Henry Richards.
J.L. Morrissey was born in the United Kingdom, but became a resident of the United States later in life. His work began with thrillers, published in the 1930s and 1940s, then focused on science fiction in the 1960s, which he is perhaps best known for. He died in the UK in Fleetwood, Lancashire in 1981.
This book concerns a young member of a race of highly developed beings discovering a lone planet on the edge of the known universe without a sun, whose inhabitants live underground, having hollowed out the interior to survive some unnamed catastrophe in the distant past.
This was an odd book. It tried to cover some quite large topics (namely, the meaning of life) but I felt that it seemed to come up with too "easy" answers. It was an okay read, but nothing special.