The Beach
We Came
From
I WAS standing by the sea-wall,
watching the green water foaming
round the stakes of the breakwater,
when my companion, a
charming and elegant woman,
turned to me:
“What is there in water that
fascinates one?” she asked.
“Do you feel the fascination?”
“Yes.”
“Do you not know why you feel
it?”
“No.”
“Shall I tell you?”
“Yes.”
“Because you were once a swimming
reptile.”
“Thank you.”
“Oh, there is nothing to thank
me for, though the fact is the most
glorious in the universe.”
“The fact that I was once a
reptile?”
“Precisely.”
She pondered on this for a moment,
and then:
“I don’t see where the glory
comes in,” said she.
“Nevertheless, it is there, for the
fact is the master key to the meaning
of the universe, the one light
that shines in a world of darkness,
and the one sure hope in a world of
doubt.”
“The fact that I was once a
reptile?”
“And I—yes. I would not give
what the webbing between my fingers
tells me for all the promises of
all the religions of all the countries
on earth.”
“Ancestral pride is evidently not
your strong point.”
“I don’t know about that; but
up to a year ago mental darkness
was my portion. I had no
religion.”
“And have you any now?”
“No, but I have a certainty.”
“Of what?”
“Of the fact that the world has
a meaning and life an aim. Shall
we sit down on this seat and talk
for a while, if I am not boring you?—and
may I light a cigarette?”
“You are not boring me—yet.
And if you can prove what you
say, I shall not mind even if you
bore me. But I must tell you,
first of all, that, to me, the world
seems absolutely without a meaning
and life without an aim. I
mean, of course, the general life of
the world, which implies, as far as
I can see, general suffering. If suffering
did people good, then I could
understand that we were placed
here to grow and develop; but
suffering and poverty, as far as I
can see, only stunt and twist and
spoil everything they touch.”
“Precisely.”
“Then, if you admit that, you
must admit that the meaning and
aim of the world is far from being
glorious.”
“Never. That is what I wish to
disprove.”
“Then disprove it.”
The
Growth of
the World
“TELL me,” I said. “Why is
it that an ordinary human
being placed before a flower sees
only a flower and nothing of the
wonder that is in it?”
“Because flowers are so common.”
“More than that—because a
flower is of such slow growth. If
one could see a seed sprouting, a
stalk rising, a bud forming, bursting,
and expanding all in five minutes,
the wonder of the thing would
bring one on one’s knees. The
world is just the same. We do not
see the splendour and magnificence
and meaning of it, because the
growth has been so slow, because
every-day jargon has blinded our
eyes, and scientific jargon has
dulled the poetic perception of the
miracle in its entirety. It is by
looking at bits of the world that
men have come to confusion, instead
of fixing their eyes on the
world from its very beginning.”
“Ah, but who can do that?”
“You can, and so can I, and so
can anyone who has studied the
development of the world from the
very beginning.”
“But I have never studied the
development of the world.”
“Well, then it is high time you
began; and to assist you in your
studies, I will give you a vague
sketch of the facts, and when I
have sketched those facts, I will
expound to you in a few words the
deduction which I draw from them
and the reason why I have implicit
faith that earth has a meaning and
life an aim—both equally glorious.
“Now, mind, I have nothing to
do with fancies, only facts. Hard,
dry facts that no one can refuse.”
“First, then, before the beginning
of time there was neither sun,
moon, nor planets; the whole of the
solar system was a zone of incandescent
gas.”
“How do you know that?”
“I know it because all philosophy
points to it, and because in the
depths of space the telescope shews
to me hundreds of solar systems in
the process of making. Perhaps
you will take my word for the
fact.”
“Yes. Go on.”
“This sea of gas, floating lost in
the universe, was possessed of two
movements: the movement of the
atoms buzzing round each other,
and a movement of rotation by
which the whole sea whirled round
its central point. Millions of years
went by, and during those years
our gaseous sea began to cool and
shrink. But it did not shrink
evenly. The great outer ring of
the sea was left behind, still whirling
and cooling and condensing, but
it did not remain in the form of a
ring. The atoms drew together,
sucked toward a common point
from every part of the ring, and the
result was that a globe began to
form like a great tumour on the
attenuated ring; and as years went
on, the ring gave up more and more
atoms to the globe, till at last there
was nothing left but the globe
whirling along the path once occupied
by the ring. This globe was
the first and outermost planet,
Neptune.
“Meanwhile, the sea of gas was
still contracting, and again the
same thing happened. The outermost
edge of the sea was left behind,
in the form of a ring, a globe
was formed and that globe was
Uranus, the second furthest planet
from us. Again the same thing
happened, and Saturn was formed:
and yet again, and Jupiter was
formed: and yet again, and Mars
was left behind in the shape of a
whirling globe of fire, and then the
Earth.
“The sea continued contracting,
leaving Venus behind and then
Mercury; and still it continued contracting,
but now it was too small
to throw off any more rings, and it
consolidated to form one great
central globe, the sun.
“The first great act of creation
was accomplished, and on that vast
day when, Mercury left definitely
behind, the budding of worlds was
finished, the sun and the planets
around it might have been seen like
a golden bee surrounded by its
golden children, shining in the night
of space.
“The earth was a much brighter
place then, for it was simply a
globe of incandescent vapour, and
yet that glowing vapour held everything.
Man and woman, and love
and war, beauty and sorrow. Art,
poetry, music, hunger, and cruelty.
“That mixture of the abstract
and the concrete sounds like rant,
but it is not. It is a bald statement
of facts. Every thought that man
has ever thought, every dream that
man has ever dreamed was lying
unborn yet in the essence of that
globe of incandescent vapour. Every
form that ever sketched itself
on earth was there, too—from the
daisy to the hippopotamus. But as
yet there was nothing definite,
nothing but the dance of the atoms
and the atoms themselves.
“From the first moment of its
separate existence this world in
posse, consisting as yet of incandescent
vapour, began to cool and
shrink, and after the first million
years or so it began to exhibit the
first symptoms of thought and to
storm at its own shrinking.”
“Excuse me for a moment, but
what do you mean by the first
symptoms of thought?”
The Germ
of Thought
“The first and only symptom of
thought is action, arising from opposing
forces, and when the world,
now condensed into a liquid form,
began to exhibit tides and storms
of molten matter, it began to exhibit
action arising from opposing
forces; and here let me say that the
amount of work done by the world
before life ever appeared upon it, the
amount of work done by what we call
senseless matter, and the amount of
thought and ingenuity expended on
that work put the much trumpeted
wonder of life in the shade.
“Long, long before the first germ
of life began to form, matter in its
own mind had worked out the problem
of the mountains and the seas;
matter had kneaded the moon in its
‘dull’ hands and flung it up into the
sky to be a lamp and a tide-maker;
matter had worked out the whole
problem of lighting and watering
and warming the earth, so that
when life appeared in its first humble
and rudimentary form, it found
a house built for it, water laid on
for it, and all the lighting
arrangements perfect.
“Yes, to me, sometimes, all that
work done by matter on its own
account is even more wonderful
than all the work done by Life, for
even had life never appeared on the
world, the labours of ‘dull matter’
and ‘brute force’ would still have
created the house of the earth.”
“It was created for Life to live
in?”
“I do not think so. I think the
creation of the world was the result
of the first vague struggle of the
spirit of matter toward higher
things. The senseless ferocity of
blazing gas had calmed down, and
the mind of matter, if I may use the
term, had reached the dignity of
expressing itself in form; and you
will mark that the advance toward
higher things was on the road from
ferocity to kindliness; that the
triumph of matter was not so much
in the creation of the forms of hills
and plains and mountains and seas
from whirling oceans of molten
material, as in the creation of those
conditions of mildness necessary for
the existence of life.
“Yes, before life ever appeared,
matter had developed abstract
qualities, the benign had separated itself
from the malignant, and, under
the influence of the benign, Life
first peeped out.
“We date everything from that
first budding of matter into what
we call life. Yet in reality it was
the last stage of a long journey, the
last act of a long series of actions
and reactions, the last triumph of
benignity over ferocity in the first
stage of the evolution of the world.”
The
Benign
“What do you mean by Benignity?”
“I use the word Benignity for
all that makes for development of
the simple into the complex, and
the word Malignity for all that retards
it. I will use the words Good
and Evil if you like them better,
and say that Good in those days
was anything that helped forward
the evolution of matter, Evil anything
that retarded it. The sunray
falling on the first jelly-fish was
good, the storm that injured it was
evil; and Good was good just because
it enabled matter to build one
storey higher, and Evil was evil just
because it tried to pull that storey
down.
“Now you have followed me from
the very beginning of the world to
the first beginnings of life. Have
I impressed you logically with one
simple fact, that the journey of
atoms from a mass of blazing gas
to a world where life was just beginning
to bud was along one path,
and one path only, the path of
development?”
“Of course it was.”
“And of the other fact are you
equally assured?—that the journey
from a whirling lava storm to a solid
world of comparatively quiet seas
and hills and plains and mountains
was a glorious journey and a
benign?”
“Yes.”
“Then we will start with matter
on the new journey on which it set
forth a million million years ago,
using for its carriage the first jelly-fish.”
Life
Appears
“IT had laboured dimly to form
the hills, the plains, and the
seas, but that part of it which
had laboured to form the seas,
now that they were formed,
found something more to do, found
itself developing in a new and
strange direction—that of life.
“The energy of matter that had
already constructed the solar
system and had evolved the rocks and
the sea found itself at last held up,
cribbed, cabined and confined, with
nothing to do.
“Men ask how did life appear in
the world. For myself, I believe
that life was created by the explosion,
so to speak, of this world energy,
which, bound down by the
limitations it had reached in the
inorganic world, burst the rigid
bonds of its prison and found a
new field for its labour in the construction
of the higher organic
world.—And, in parenthesis, let me
say that I believe when this same
energy reaches rigid limitations in
the organic world, it will burst
those limits and find its field in a
world as yet unknown.
“However that may be, I propose
to deal only with known facts,
and the surest fact on earth is this,
that when the first vague sketches
of life appeared in the sea, they existed
not by the virtue of chemistry,
nor the virtue of the life that was
in them, but by the virtue of the
steadily working benignity of the
world energy that had constructed
their home.
Conditions
“To me more wonderful than the
creation of life is the creation of
those external conditions that made
life possible. They collectively
formed the mould in which life was
cast.
“Now, in my sketch of the creation
of the sun and planets I have
just hinted what the brain can
scarcely guess—the scenes of fiery
storm and horror that preceded the
welding of the world into a solid
whole and the birth of the conditions
that made life possible. But
these are less halting to thought
than the scenes of ferocity that
filled the earth when life awoke,
raging and tempestuous, and form
began to devour form as though
the world energy were eating its
way through all forms to reach the
form of man. And that is, in fact,
the truth. Man has been reached
by teeth just as the hills have
been reached by fire. And not only
man. The dove that was once a
pterodactyl, the dog that was once
a wolf, the cat that was once a
tiger, and a thousand other things
once terrible, thoughtless and ferocious,
all these have come along the
very path that the hills and the seas
came along in their making—the
path from negation and through
ferocity to the benign.
“Now, can you not see why the
fact that I was once a swimming
reptile,—just as you were—devouring
other reptiles, is a fact that I
would not barter for all fancies?
for by its light and by what
astronomy and geology and the other sciences
tell me I can see that the
world, taken as a whole, has a glorious
and definite meaning.
The
World
Spirit
“And the gist of the meaning is
this: that side by side with the evolution
of world forms, from the
liquid lava wave to the solid rock,
from the rock to the saurian, and
from the saurian to man, has gone
the evolution of world character and
the development of a world spirit;
and that the beauty of kindliness
and benignity and good receives its
deep, deep significance from the
fact that all the labour of the world
since the first cooling of its fires has
been directed along the path
leading to these three gods. Nothing is
more clear than that, and nothing
can be more definitely proved.
There is no use at all in fixing your
eyes on the Jurassic period and saying,
‘What monsters are here!’ or
on a London slum and saying, ‘How
terrible life is! It can have no
meaning!’ There is no use in fixing
your eyes on a thousand years of
history and saying, ‘I see no development.
Men were as good then
as they are now.’ You must take
a billion years in your purview, to
see the amazing and glorious thing
as it is, and then what you will see
will be strangely like the growth
and unfolding of a flower—or the
flowering of a bramble.”
Hard Facts
“I BELIEVE in dreams, but I
have no faith except in hard
facts. Those hard facts tell me
that the sun, toward which everything
grows to-day, is the same sun
toward which the seas and the
hills and the rocks grew before life
exhibited itself first, and toward
which life has grown since its birth;
and that sun is the sun of Amelioration,
Benignity, Good, and Gentleness.
Let us call it by the great
good word that embraces all these
things: Good. Well, then, the
world, since the beginning, has
grown toward Good.”
“Do you deny the soul?”
“I do not. I know nothing about
it. I am quite content to live in a
world that is slowly and steadily
developing in benignity, and to
assist that development in my small
way by trying to develop the benignity
in myself.
“I do not trouble about my soul
one iota, but I am deeply concerned
to keep on that upward path
along which earth is ascending.”
The
Imitation
of Earth
“Ah, but how can one do that?”
“By copying what the earth has
done; by freeing oneself as much
as possible from ferocity, hatred,
lust, and cruelty.”
“But you are neither ferocious
nor cruel?”
“Perhaps not actively, but just
as I carry in my material brain the
eye of the extinct monster I once
was, so do I carry in my mind the
remnants of the passions of the reptile
that once was me, the lust of
the reptile and the hatred. I do
not tear other human beings with
my teeth, but I have torn them
by deeds and words. I have been
cruel—who has not? lustful—who
has not? inspired by hatred—who
has not? I have regretted these
things—who has not?—and forgotten
them—who has not?”
“But since I have taken a broad
view of the world, since I have seen
that all these things are part and
parcel of the malignity from which
earth is freeing herself in her journey
toward the Benign, I have
come to hate those things as a man
on the road to some brilliant festival
might hate the obstacles on his
path.”
“But since you have no surety
that you possess an individual soul,
you have no surety of ever reaching
the festival.”
“I cannot help that. My immediate
aim is to keep up with the procession.
I leave the rest to chance.”
The
Universal
Brain
“ALL that,” said she, “seems
true. No one can deny that
the world has developed; no one
can deny that the world has developed
along the path that leads to
gentleness and good. The world is
like a big head, isn’t it? With all
its brains on the outside.”
“Just. It began to think like a
jelly-fish; then it went on to the
consciousness of the first reptile;
then it went on till it thought like
an animal, and finished by thinking
like a man. The world, as you say,
is a big head, with its brains on the
outside. But during the last hundred
years an astounding development
has taken place in the world
of ethics. Philosophically speaking
now, there is no such thing as an
individual brain; every brain in
the western world is only a cell in
the universal brain. And the universal
brain is developing on lines
of its own, and in precisely the
same way as the individual brain
developed.
“A hundred—or shall we say
eighty?—years ago, the brain of the
world consisted of a number of
isolated thought centres. A thought
took six months to reach Australia
from England, and two days to
reach London from Manchester.
Then came railways, the
printing-press, and the electric telegraph;
and in a hundred years the
universal brain has developed from almost
nothing into a highly complex
organism.
“This new power of man to think
universally has not been recognized
by philosophers for what it is. It
is practically the fusion of all brains
into one great brain and the
creation of a new organism. Formerly
there were men in the world—now
there is Man. Roughly speaking,
every brain in the western world
is joining, now, with every other
brain, and the universal brain
thinks as a whole. You remember,
I defined the Benign as that which
assists the elevation of the simple to
the complex, and if, as I fully
believe, all evolution is the child of
the Benign, ought we not to look at
this evolution of the universal brain
with a critical eye, to discover
whether it is following in the same
path as the world followed in its
development from seas of fire to
hills and plains; and as the individual
brain followed in its
evolution from the brain of the saurian
to the brain of the civilised man?
“What do we find?
“We find that the development
of the universal brain has followed
in exactly the same path that all
matter has followed from the very
beginning of things. The
development has been extraordinarily rapid
and the stride toward Good has
been mathematically in keeping
with the development. And it is
absolutely truthful to say that
since joining this great confederation
of thought the individual brain
of man has advanced on the road of
ethical progress more in the last
hundred years than in all the
years between the birth of Christ
and the eighteenth century.
“To see what has really
happened, let us look far back over the
civilisations of the world. Egypt
was great, and vanished; Athens
brought art and philosophy and
culture to their highest pitch, and
died; Rome arose, and fell
thundering in ruins into the night of the
Middle Ages. For all these civilisations
were in reality segregated
communities, and even in the communities
themselves thought was
not universal. And if you watch
civilisation rising from the mist of
the Middle Ages, you will see that
it rose not by the power of the word
or of precept, but of the printing-press,
the telegraph, and the train—that
is to say, by the universalisation
of thought.
“A hundred years ago men were
still half bogged in the Middle
Ages. Men, compared to what men
are now, were stupid, brutal, and
merciless. Brains there were, and
clever brains, but the universal
brain was not born. The individual
brain has reached its limit of development
as an individual brain and
was preparing for its great development
as a part of the universal
brain.
“What happened was this. From
the printing-press, from the
steam-engine, and from the electric telegraph
station all sorts of threads
began to spin, joining mind to
mind. The minds of Birmingham
became linked up with the minds
of London, those of London with
Paris. The remotest country village
to-day thinks with the greatest
town. A giant of thought has
suddenly arisen in the place of a
thousand pigmies; he has developed
in the short space of eighty or
a hundred years, and his development
has been on the line leading
to Beneficence. And this giant is a
new creation, as important as the
creation of earth from fire, and of
life from earth.
“There have been, in fact, three
creations. The creation of the material
earth; the creation of life,
which reached its ultimate form in
men; and the creation of Man
from the scattered tribes of men.
Man the giant (whose brain extends
to China and Peru, and which will
eventually include China and Peru),
and who feels in the London part of
his brain a pain that exists in the
Congo or Putumayo part of his
brain. Man, who, though a giant,
is still in his infancy and who, when
he has reached his teens, will be a
much more perfect being than he
is now.
“Ah, but will he?”
“Look back at the earth struggling
up from chaos, and always
and always advancing toward the
good; set back now, perhaps, for a
million years by the ferocity of life
fighting for its foothold in the age
of the saurians and the monsters,
breaking past that fearful period
till those terrible forms are utterly
destroyed and there is moulded
from them the kindlier animals,
and, from them, animals more
kindly still; and until among them
are seen the first vague forms of men.
“Then look at these forms of
men, how steadily they have advanced
in perfection and toward
the good. Steadily, I say, though
at times the advance has been set
back for perhaps a thousand years—till
the highest development of
individual man was reached. That
is to say, the highest development
that men could reach toward the
good as individual entities.
“Then what happened? From
purely material causes all these individual
entities have become, or
are becoming, fused into one great
universal entity. The struggle of
the world spirit to higher things
found itself held up by the individual
brain, just as before the
birth of organic life it found itself
held up by the limits of the inorganic
world. It burst that boundary,
and now it has burst the narrow
limit imposed by the individual
mind and has found a new
outlet for its energies in the mind
universal.
“And that mind, though recently
formed, is developing hugely in the
direction of the good. It may receive
set-backs, but even in the
hundred years since its birth, look
at the beneficence displayed in its
working, and look at the effect of
that beneficence on the lives of the
individual men it has taken into
its great keeping.
“Since Man has arisen to take
charge of the world, Justice and
Mercy have marked his dealings
with men. All things have improved,
and ferocity and injustice
have found themselves under the
sway of a cruel tyrant who is turning
them into the wilderness to
keep company with the tigers and
the remnants of a world that was
once all ferocity and cruelty.
“Since Man has arisen, he has
taken war in his hand; he is weighing
it and finding it wanting. He
has taken superstition and is pulling
its vile wings off. He is taking
the unjust magistrate by his shoulders
and shewing him the door; and
he has put his heel on the tyrant
king. He is freeing the individual
man from the odious idea that the
individual man is made of mud, to
be burnt forever in hell if there is
a flaw in his making. And he has
taught humanity at large that it is
an infamous thing to hang a poor
devil for the theft of a sheep.
“Man is only a hundred years
old, and he has done all that since
his birth.
“The world spirit has been only
a hundred years on this new path
of development. Can you doubt,
then, seeing its progression during
a billion years, and how it has
spread over ever new fields, that it
will continue so to progress and so
to spread into fields newer still?”
“I can not.”
The
Craving for
Truth
“YOU are a philosopher,” she
said.
“No. I am a man who is sick of
philosophy, at least transcendental
philosophy. I want matter under
my feet all the time. Philosophers
make me giddy, swinging like spiders
on threads over abysms of
nothing, and weaving words into
webs to catch—words which they
mistake for thoughts.
“I am sick of religious theories,
doctrines and dogmas, and gods.
I want Truth that a plain man can
understand. I never could understand
the Christian creed as distinct
from the teachings of Christ,
and, what is more, I believe no one
else can. Mahommedanism revolts
me. Buddhism attracts me, yet I
feel it to be as unfeeding to the
truth-craving part of my nature as
a soap-bubble to a starving man.
Materialism that denies a god revolts
me.”
“But you say you are sick of
gods.”
“Yes, but I am more sick of
materialists—all the rest of the religions
are pretty much the same;
they don’t satisfy me. Nothing has
ever satisfied me but the faith I
have struck out for myself and the
philosophy that a little child can
understand.”
“And that faith?”
The
Essential
Goodness
of the
World
“Is simply in the essential
goodness of the world. That is what I
have been driving at all the time
since we began our conversation.”
“But doesn’t Christianity believe
in that?”
“No; Christianity believes in the
essential badness of the world.”
“Of course!—I forgot. All men
are sinners.”
“Yes, that’s it. Christianity believes
that the world is bad to the
core, and yet it believes that a God
Who is all goodness made man
right at once and thoroughly bad;
left him in this condition for an
indefinite time, and then sent His
son down to redeem him.
“Now, I have a great reverence
for other people’s religious beliefs,
but I have a greater reverence for
honest thought, and I cannot—though
I worship Christ—believe
that the world followed that line of
development.”
“You worship Christ, yet you
deny him!”
“No—I worship Christ because
He was entirely lovable. He shines
entirely alone in the world of the
Western peoples, just as Buddha
shines in the world of the Eastern.
He was goodness itself made visible
and audible. I worship all I can
understand of Him. I cannot worship
Him as a mystical figure sent
suddenly to earth to be put to a
cruel death in order that I might
be saved, simply because my brain
cannot understand that process and
proceeding, and I cannot worship
what I cannot understand. It is
my defect, perhaps, but that defect
is shared by numerous people.
“And I speak for those people
when I say that faith with us is
impossible unless based on a sure
foundation of reason; that we must
understand before we can worship,
that we do not deny God, but that
we do not see Him, and that if He,
the maker of the world, does exist
as an individual entity, we have
implicit faith that He is the fountain
and origin of all goodness, and
that goodness is His robe; that we
worship goodness and humbly believe
that if He does exist beyond
the ken of our purblind eyes, He
takes our worship of His robe as
homage to Himself far more profound
than homage exacted by fear
or by superstition, and equal to the
homage which great and saintly
souls lay at His feet by virtue,
perhaps, of their truer sight of
Him.
“But we deny, utterly, the essential
badness of man, and our
denial is based on the sure fact that
as man grows in stature, so, pari
passu, he grows in goodness. We
believe that man, unaided by miracles,
can increase in goodness just
by the virtue of the goodness that
is in life, a seed in the cave man, a
flower in the civilised; we believe
that the printing-press, the telegraph,
and the steam-engine have
produced better ethical result than
all the teaching of the Apostles,
simply because those great fibres
of communication have enabled
men to develop by mutual touch
and the good in each individual
man to rush upward and find a
vast field of new growth in the field
of universal good, a field that shines
now, like a star galaxy above the
hell of darkness of a hundred years
ago.
Left-offs
and
Fissures
“We believe that the minds of
men, like the bodies of men, are
filled with old left-offs and fissures,
and that just as some men are born
with the gills of fishes, through
whose forms their beings once
passed, so some men are born with
the thoughts of the reptiles they
once were, and that the hells of the
priests and the sensuous and painted
heavens, the asceticism that kills
joy, the persecutions and mutilations,
and mummeries and terrors
under which men have groaned for
two thousand years have arisen,
not from Religion, but from old defects
in the mind of man equivalent
to defects in his body, like, for instance,
the vermiform appendix.
These defects have taken the good
food that Christ gave the mind of
man and turned it, not into nourishment,
but into causes of inflammation.
Saurian hatred is bound
up with Religion; superstitions
from the time of the cave men, a
spirit of simian persecution from
the times of the tree men, and lust;
all these vile left-overs clinging to
the mind of the individual man, as
the Pineal eye and vermiform
appendix cling to his body, have
made Religion an impossible food
for the advancement of ethics beyond
a certain point.
“Now mark this. The universal
mind knows not lust; hates persecution;
abhors cruelty, and is
preparing to free itself from
superstition.
“How do I prove this? Take the
press of the civilised world, which
is an expression of the universal
mind. Where is the place of lust
there? Where is the place of Cruelty?
Where is the place of Hate?
Where is the place of Tyranny? I
tell you this, that the mind universal
is as far above the mind individual
as the mind of a man is
above the mind of a chimpanzee—in
ethics.
“An ordinary man dare not advance
into the pure world of the
mind universal one half of the
thoughts, nay, one-fourth of the
thoughts that fill his individual
mind. He dare not preach the
hatred that is in him or shew the
lust that is in him, or the spirit of
persecution, or even the spirit of
intolerance; and the restraint upon
him is not so much the fear of the
police, or the fear of public censure,
as a certain recognition in his own
soul of ethical values and an instinctive
horror of putting forth into
pure light his deformities,—a recognition,
in short, of the essential
goodness of the world. Of course
there are extraordinary men not so
affected—so are there murderers
and thieves.
The
New
Religion
“Now, I wish to be perfectly
explicit about Religion, or, rather,
about the new Religion which the
world has received from Man. The
new Religion which has advanced
the world more in a hundred years
than all the priest-ridden religions
advanced it since the dawn of
Time.
“Its miraculous qualities arise
from one fundamental fact. It
knows not Individualism.
“It is a simple recognition of
fundamental Rights. It is not the
individual laying down the law for
other individuals (as in the churches);
it is the universe of Man recognising
the laws that brought it into
being, and imposing those laws on
the individual. It does not teach;
it accepts.
“The great teachers of the world
laid down precepts, they formulated
rules of conduct, and their
scholars took precepts and formulæ
and boiled men alive with
them for coining, and hanged men
with them for stealing, and burned
women with them for witchcraft,
and persecuted men with them for
making the sign of the cross—or
not making it, and twisted and bedevilled
those precepts and formulæ
into every shape that an
individual mind could imagine.
“The new Religion does not discard
these precepts.
“Its decalogue, in fact, is longer
and more highly developed in parts
than the old, but it does not preach
its laws, it breathes them and lives
by them.
“More than that: it lives by the
spirit of good, not by the letter.
“The universal mind, for instance,
denounces Theft, yet it recognizes
that theft is a multifaced
thing, some faces being almost innocent,
others hideously cruel. A
hundred years ago, a thief had only
one face, one head, and one neck,
by which he was hanged, if the
theft amounted to more than—six-and-eightpence,
was it?
“—So, to come to the end of the
matter, we have evolved a secular
morality that knows no more of
creeds, or threats of future punishments,
or promises of future bliss
than I know of Hindustanee; which
lives above all men, yet touches all
men; which abhors lust and cruelty
and oppression; which teaches the
kindness of Christ to men and of
Buddha to animals, and before
which Atheists and Christians, Jews
and Gentiles all bow. A morality
which, by the influence of the press,
the telegraph, and the steam-engine,
those three Apostles, will spread to
the uttermost depth of China and
to the last temple of that hideous
black blot, India; and which, in the
course of ages, will change the individual
brain of man and raise it
ethically far above its present advanced
position. No; development
has not ceased. Development has
only begun. Give the world a
thousand years more.”
“A thousand years!”
“I do not want to be unduly
optimistical. I foresee set-backs
even in the world of universal
thought. Give it a thousand years
under this new influence, and I foresee
Man, individual man, on the
heights immeasurably above us.”
“And then?”
“And then—who knows? The
world spirit that has reached so
many limits, and broken through
them to higher things, will reach
the limit of perfection in man. If
there is a field of perfection beyond,
it will break those limits and
flow on.”
“And if there is no field beyond?”
“Then this whole business would
be as senseless as a farce by M.
Crebillon the younger—whom I
hope you have never read.”