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 +THE<br />
 +EVERLASTING MAN</h1>
 +
 +<p class="c">BY<br />
 +G. K. CHESTERTON<br />
 +<br />
 +<br />
 +HODDER AND STOUGHTON<br />
 +LIMITED      LONDON<br />
 +<br />
 +<br /><small>
 +Made and Printed in Great Britain<br />
 +T. and A. <span class="smcap">Constable Ltd.</span>, Printers, Edinburgh</small>
 +</p>
 +
 +<h2><a name="PREFATORY_NOTE" id="PREFATORY_NOTE"></a>PREFATORY NOTE</h2>
 +
 +<p class="nind"><span class="smcap">This</span> book needs a preliminary note that its scope be not misunderstood.
 +The view suggested is historical rather than theological, and does not
 +deal directly with a religious change which has been the chief event of
 +my own life; and about which I am already writing a more purely
 +controversial volume. It is impossible, I hope, for any Catholic to
 +write any book on any subject, above all this subject, without showing
 +that he is a Catholic; but this study is not specially concerned with
 +the differences between a Catholic and a Protestant. Much of it is
 +devoted to many sorts of Pagans rather than any sort of Christians; and
 +its thesis is that those who say that Christ stands side by side with
 +similar myths, and his religion side by side with similar religions, are
 +only repeating a very stale formula contradicted by a very striking
 +fact. To suggest this I have not needed to go much beyond matters known
 +to us all; I make no claim to learning; and have to depend for some
 +things, as has rather become the fashion, on those who are more learned.
 +As I have more than once differed from Mr. H. G. Wells in his view of
 +history, it is the more right that I should here congratulate him on the
 +courage and constructive imagination which carried through his vast and
 +varied and intensely interesting work; but still more on having asserted
 +the reasonable right of the amateur to do what he can with the facts
 +which the specialists provide.</p>
 +
 +<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS</h2>
 +
 +<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="">
 +<tr><td colspan="2">&nbsp;</td><td><small>PAGE</small></td></tr>
 +
 +<tr><td colspan="2"><a href="#INTRODUCTION">INTRODUCTION</a>: <span class="smcap">The Plan of this Book</span></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_3">3</a></td></tr>
 +<tr><th colspan="3"><a href="#PART_I"><i>PART I</i><br />
 +ON THE CREATURE CALLED MAN</a></th></tr>
 +<tr><td><small>CHAP.</small></td></tr>
 +<tr><td class="rt"><a href="#CHAPTER_I-a">I.</a></td><td> <span class="smcap">The Man in the Cave</span></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_19">19</a></td></tr>
 +<tr><td class="rt"><a href="#CHAPTER_II-a">II.</a></td><td> <span class="smcap">Professors and Prehistoric Men</span></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_39">39</a></td></tr>
 +<tr><td class="rt"><a href="#CHAPTER_III-a">III.</a></td><td> <span class="smcap">The Antiquity of Civilisation</span></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_58">58</a></td></tr>
 +<tr><td class="rt"><a href="#CHAPTER_IV-a">IV.</a></td><td> <span class="smcap">God and Comparative Religion</span></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_89">89</a></td></tr>
 +<tr><td class="rt"><a href="#CHAPTER_V-a">V.</a></td><td> <span class="smcap">Man and Mythologies</span></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_111">111</a></td></tr>
 +<tr><td class="rt"><a href="#CHAPTER_VI-a">VI.</a></td><td> <span class="smcap">The Demons and the Philosophers</span></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_129">129</a></td></tr>
 +<tr><td class="rt"><a href="#CHAPTER_VII-a">VII.</a></td><td> <span class="smcap">The War of the Gods and Demons</span></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_154">154</a></td></tr>
 +<tr><td class="rt"><a href="#CHAPTER_VIII-a">VIII.</a></td><td> <span class="smcap">The End of the World</span></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_171">171</a></td></tr>
 +<tr><th colspan="3"><a href="#PART_II"><i>PART II</i><br />
 +ON THE MAN CALLED CHRIST</a></th></tr>
 +<tr><td><small>CHAP.</small></td></tr>
 +<tr><td class="rt"><a href="#CHAPTER_I-b">I.</a></td><td> <span class="smcap">The God in the Cave</span></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_191">191</a></td></tr>
 +<tr><td class="rt"><a href="#CHAPTER_II-b">II.</a></td><td> <span class="smcap">The Riddles of the Gospel</span></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_211">211</a></td></tr>
 +<tr><td class="rt"><a href="#CHAPTER_III-b">III.</a></td><td> <span class="smcap">The Strangest Story in the World</span></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_227">227</a></td></tr>
 +<tr><td class="rt"><a href="#CHAPTER_IV-b">IV.</a></td><td> <span class="smcap">The Witness of the Heretics</span></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_245">245</a></td></tr>
 +<tr><td class="rt"><a href="#CHAPTER_V-b">V.</a></td><td> <span class="smcap">The Escape from Paganism</span></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_267">267</a></td></tr>
 +<tr><td class="rt"><a href="#CHAPTER_VI-b">VI.</a></td><td> <span class="smcap">The Five Deaths of the Faith</span></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_288">288</a></td></tr>
 +<tr><td colspan="2"><a href="#CONCLUSION">CONCLUSION</a>: <span class="smcap">The Summary of this Book</span></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_302">302</a></td></tr>
 +<tr><td colspan="2"><a href="#APPENDIX_I">APPENDIX I</a>.: <span class="smcap">On Prehistoric Man</span></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_313">313</a></td></tr>
 +<tr><td colspan="2"><a href="#APPENDIX_II">APPENDIX II</a>.: <span class="smcap">On Authority and Accuracy</span></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_315">315</a></td></tr>
 +</table>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_3" id="page_3">{3}</a></span></p>
 +
 +<h2><a name="INTRODUCTION" id="INTRODUCTION"></a>INTRODUCTION<br /><br />
 +THE PLAN OF THIS BOOK</h2>
 +
 +<p class="nind"><span class="smcap">There</span> are two ways of getting home; and one of them is to stay there.
 +The other is to walk round the whole world till we come back to the same
 +place; and I tried to trace such a journey in a story I once wrote. It
 +is, however, a relief to turn from that topic to another story that I
 +never wrote. Like every book I never wrote, it is by far the best book I
 +have ever written. It is only too probable that I shall never write it,
 +so I will use it symbolically here; for it was a symbol of the same
 +truth. I conceived it as a romance of those vast valleys with sloping
 +sides, like those along which the ancient White Horses of Wessex are
 +scrawled along the flanks of the hills. It concerned some boy whose farm
 +or cottage stood on such a slope, and who went on his travels to find
 +something, such as the effigy and grave of some giant; and when he was
 +far enough from home he looked back and saw that his own farm and
 +kitchen-garden, shining flat on the hill-side like the colours and
 +quarterings of a shield, were but parts of some such gigantic figure, on
 +which he had always lived, but which was too large and too close to be
 +seen. That, I think, is a true picture of the progress of any real
 +independent intelligence to-day; and that is the point of this book.</p>
 +
 +<p>The point of this book, in other words, is that the next best thing to
 +being really inside Christendom is to be really outside it. And a
 +particular point of it is that the popular critics of Christianity are
 +not<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_4" id="page_4">{4}</a></span> really outside it. They are on a debatable ground, in every sense
 +of the term. They are doubtful in their very doubts. Their criticism has
 +taken on a curious tone; as of a random and illiterate heckling. Thus
 +they make current an anti-clerical cant as a sort of small-talk. They
 +will complain of parsons dressing like parsons; as if we should be any
 +more free if all the police who shadowed or collared us were
 +plain-clothes detectives. Or they will complain that a sermon cannot be
 +interrupted, and call a pulpit a coward’s castle; though they do not
 +call an editor’s office a coward’s castle. It would be unjust both to
 +journalists and priests; but it would be much truer of journalists. The
 +clergyman appears in person and could easily be kicked as he came out of
 +church; the journalist conceals even his name so that nobody can kick
 +him. They write wild and pointless articles and letters in the press
 +about why the churches are empty, without even going there to find out
 +if they are empty, or which of them are empty. Their suggestions are
 +more vapid and vacant than the most insipid curate in a three-act farce,
 +and move us to comfort him after the manner of the curate in the Bab
 +Ballads; ‘Your mind is not so blank as that of Hopley Porter.’ So we may
 +truly say to the very feeblest cleric: ‘Your mind is not so blank as
 +that of Indignant Layman or Plain Man or Man in the Street, or any of
 +your critics in the newspapers; for they have not the most shadowy
 +notion of what they want themselves, let alone of what you ought to give
 +them.’ They will suddenly turn round and revile the Church for not
 +having prevented the War, which they themselves did not want to prevent;
 +and which nobody had ever professed to be able to prevent, except some
 +of that very school of progressive and cosmopolitan sceptics who are the
 +chief enemies of the Church. It was the anti-clerical and agnostic world
 +that was always prophesying the<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_5" id="page_5">{5}</a></span> advent of universal peace; it is that
 +world that was, or should have been, abashed and confounded by the
 +advent of universal war. As for the general view that the Church was
 +discredited by the War&mdash;they might as well say that the Ark was
 +discredited by the Flood. When the world goes wrong, it proves rather
 +that the Church is right. The Church is justified, not because her
 +children do not sin, but because they do. But that marks their mood
 +about the whole religious tradition: they are in a state of reaction
 +against it. It is well with the boy when he lives on his father’s land;
 +and well with him again when he is far enough from it to look back on it
 +and see it as a whole. But these people have got into an intermediate
 +state, have fallen into an intervening valley from which they can see
 +neither the heights beyond them nor the heights behind. They cannot get
 +out of the penumbra of Christian controversy. They cannot be Christians
 +and they cannot leave off being Anti-Christians. Their whole atmosphere
 +is the atmosphere of a reaction: sulks, perversity, petty criticism.
 +They still live in the shadow of the faith and have lost the light of
 +the faith.</p>
 +
 +<p>Now the best relation to our spiritual home is to be near enough to love
 +it. But the next best is to be far enough away not to hate it. It is the
 +contention of these pages that while the best judge of Christianity is a
 +Christian, the next best judge would be something more like a Confucian.
 +The worst judge of all is the man now most ready with his judgments; the
 +ill-educated Christian turning gradually into the ill-tempered agnostic,
 +entangled in the end of a feud of which he never understood the
 +beginning, blighted with a sort of hereditary boredom with he knows not
 +what, and already weary of hearing what he has never heard. He does not
 +judge Christianity calmly as a Confucian would; he does not judge it as
 +he would judge Confucianism. He cannot by an effort of fancy set the
 +Catholic<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_6" id="page_6">{6}</a></span> Church thousands of miles away in strange skies of morning and
 +judge it as impartially as a Chinese pagoda. It is said that the great
 +St. Francis Xavier, who very nearly succeeded in setting up the Church
 +there as a tower overtopping all pagodas, failed partly because his
 +followers were accused by their fellow missionaries of representing the
 +Twelve Apostles with the garb or attributes of Chinamen. But it would be
 +far better to see them as Chinamen, and judge them fairly as Chinamen,
 +than to see them as featureless idols merely made to be battered by
 +iconoclasts; or rather as cockshies to be pelted by empty-headed
 +cockneys. It would be better to see the whole thing as a remote Asiatic
 +cult; the mitres of its bishops as the towering head-dresses of
 +mysterious bonzes; its pastoral staffs as the sticks twisted like
 +serpents carried in some Asiatic procession; to see the prayer-book as
 +fantastic as the prayer-wheel and the Cross as crooked as the Swastika.
 +Then at least we should not lose our temper as some of the sceptical
 +critics seem to lose their temper, not to mention their wits. Their
 +anti-clericalism has become an atmosphere, an atmosphere of negation and
 +hostility from which they cannot escape. Compared with that, it would be
 +better to see the whole thing as something belonging to another
 +continent, or to another planet. It would be more philosophical to stare
 +indifferently at bonzes than to be perpetually and pointlessly grumbling
 +at bishops. It would be better to walk past a church as if it were a
 +pagoda than to stand permanently in the porch, impotent either to go
 +inside and help or to go outside and forget. For those in whom a mere
 +reaction has thus become an obsession, I do seriously recommend the
 +imaginative effort of conceiving the Twelve Apostles as Chinamen. In
 +other words, I recommend these critics to try to do as much justice to
 +Christian saints as if they were Pagan sages.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_7" id="page_7">{7}</a></span></p>
 +
 +<p>But with this we come to the final and vital point. I shall try to show
 +in these pages that when we <i>do</i> make this imaginative effort to see the
 +whole thing from the outside, we find that it really looks like what is
 +traditionally said about it inside. It is exactly when the boy gets far
 +enough off to see the giant that he sees that he really is a giant. It
 +is exactly when we do at last see the Christian Church afar under those
 +clear and level eastern skies that we see that it is really the Church
 +of Christ. To put it shortly, the moment we are really impartial about
 +it we know why people are partial to it. But this second proposition
 +requires more serious discussion; and I shall here set myself to discuss
 +it.</p>
 +
 +<p>As soon as I had clearly in my mind this conception of something solid
 +in the solitary and unique character of the divine story, it struck me
 +that there was exactly the same strange and yet solid character in the
 +human story that had led up to it; because that human story also had a
 +root that was divine. I mean that just as the Church seems to grow more
 +remarkable when it is fairly compared with the common religious life of
 +mankind, so mankind itself seems to grow more remarkable when we compare
 +it with the common life of nature. And I have noticed that most modern
 +history is driven to something like sophistry, first to soften the sharp
 +transition from animals to men, and then to soften the sharp transition
 +from heathens to Christians. Now the more we really read in a realistic
 +spirit of those two transitions the sharper we shall find them to be. It
 +is because the critics are <i>not</i> detached that they do not see this
 +detachment; it is because they are not looking at things in a dry light
 +that they cannot see the difference between black and white. It is
 +because they are in a particular mood of reaction and revolt that they
 +have a motive for making out that all the white is dirty grey and the
 +black not so black as it is painted. I do not say there<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_8" id="page_8">{8}</a></span> are not human
 +excuses for their revolt; I do not say it is not in some ways
 +sympathetic; what I say is that it is not in any way scientific. An
 +iconoclast may be indignant; an iconoclast may be justly indignant; but
 +an iconoclast is not impartial. And it is stark hypocrisy to pretend
 +that nine-tenths of the higher critics and scientific evolutionists and
 +professors of comparative religion are in the least impartial. Why
 +should they be impartial, what is being impartial, when the whole world
 +is at war about whether one thing is a devouring superstition or a
 +divine hope? I do not pretend to be impartial in the sense that the
 +final act of faith fixes a man’s mind because it satisfies his mind. But
 +I do profess to be a great deal more impartial than they are; in the
 +sense that I can tell the story fairly, with some sort of imaginative
 +justice to all sides; and they cannot. I do profess to be impartial in
 +the sense that I should be ashamed to talk such nonsense about the Lama
 +of Thibet as they do about the Pope of Rome, or to have as little
 +sympathy with Julian the Apostate as they have with the Society of
 +Jesus. They are not impartial; they never by any chance hold the
 +historical scales even; and above all they are never impartial upon this
 +point of evolution and transition. They suggest everywhere the grey
 +gradations of twilight, because they believe it is the twilight of the
 +gods. I propose to maintain that whether or no it is the twilight of
 +gods, it is not the daylight of men.</p>
 +
 +<p>I maintain that when brought out into the daylight, these two things
 +look altogether strange and unique; and that it is only in the false
 +twilight of an imaginary period of transition that they can be made to
 +look in the least like anything else. The first of these is the creature
 +called man, and the second is the man called Christ. I have therefore
 +divided this book into two parts: the former being a sketch of the main
 +adventure of the human race<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_9" id="page_9">{9}</a></span> in so far as it remained heathen; and the
 +second a summary of the real difference that was made by it becoming
 +Christian. Both motives necessitate a certain method, a method which is
 +not very easy to manage, and perhaps even less easy to define or defend.</p>
 +
 +<p>In order to strike, in the only sane or possible sense, the note of
 +impartiality, it is necessary to touch the nerve of novelty. I mean that
 +in one sense we see things fairly when we see them first. That, I may
 +remark in passing, is why children generally have very little difficulty
 +about the dogmas of the Church. But the Church, being a highly practical
 +thing for working and fighting, is necessarily a thing for men and not
 +merely for children. There must be in it for working purposes a great
 +deal of tradition, of familiarity, and even of routine. So long as its
 +fundamentals are sincerely felt, this may even be the saner condition.
 +But when its fundamentals are doubted, as at present, we must try to
 +recover the candour and wonder of the child; the unspoilt realism and
 +objectivity of innocence. Or if we cannot do that, we must try at least
 +to shake off the cloud of mere custom and see the thing as new, if only
 +by seeing it as unnatural. Things that may well be familiar so long as
 +familiarity breeds affection had much better become unfamiliar when
 +familiarity breeds contempt. For in connection with things so great as
 +are here considered, whatever our view of them, contempt must be a
 +mistake. Indeed contempt must be an illusion. We must invoke the most
 +wild and soaring sort of imagination; the imagination that can see what
 +is there.</p>
 +
 +<p>The only way to suggest the point is by an example of something, indeed
 +of almost anything, that has been considered beautiful or wonderful.
 +George Wyndham once told me that he had seen one of the first aeroplanes
 +rise for the first time, and it was very wonderful; but not so wonderful
 +as a horse<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_10" id="page_10">{10}</a></span> allowing a man to ride on him. Somebody else has said that a
 +fine man on a fine horse is the noblest bodily object in the world. Now,
 +so long as people feel this in the right way, all is well. The first and
 +best way of appreciating it is to come of people with a tradition of
 +treating animals properly; of men in the right relation to horses. A boy
 +who remembers his father who rode a horse, who rode it well and treated
 +it well, will know that the relation can be satisfactory and will be
 +satisfied. He will be all the more indignant at the ill-treatment of
 +horses because he knows how they ought to be treated; but he will see
 +nothing but what is normal in a man riding on a horse. He will not
 +listen to the great modern philosopher who explains to him that the
 +horse ought to be riding on the man. He will not pursue the pessimist
 +fancy of Swift and say that men must be despised as monkeys, and horses
 +worshipped as gods. And horse and man together making an image that is
 +to him human and civilised, it will be easy, as it were, to lift horse
 +and man together into something heroic or symbolical; like a vision of
 +St. George in the clouds. The fable of the winged horse will not be
 +wholly unnatural to him: and he will know why Ariosto set many a
 +Christian hero in such an airy saddle, and made him the rider of the
 +sky. For the horse has really been lifted up along with the man in the
 +wildest fashion in the very word we use when we speak of ‘chivalry.’ The
 +very name of the horse has been given to the highest mood and moment of
 +the man; so that we might almost say that the handsomest compliment to a
 +man is to call him a horse.</p>
 +
 +<p>But if a man has got into a mood in which he is <i>not</i> able to feel this
 +sort of wonder, then his cure must begin right at the other end. We must
 +now suppose that he has drifted into a dull mood, in which somebody
 +sitting on a horse means no more than somebody sitting on a chair. The
 +wonder of<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_11" id="page_11">{11}</a></span> which Wyndham spoke, the beauty that made the thing seem an
 +equestrian statue, the meaning of the more chivalric horseman, may have
 +become to him merely a convention and a bore. Perhaps they have been
 +merely a fashion; perhaps they have gone out of fashion; perhaps they
 +have been talked about too much or talked about in the wrong way;
 +perhaps it was then difficult to care for horses without the horrible
 +risk of being horsy. Anyhow, he has got into a condition when he cares
 +no more for a horse than for a towel-horse. His grandfather’s charge at
 +Balaclava seems to him as dull and dusty as the album containing such
 +family portraits. Such a person has not really become enlightened about
 +the album; on the contrary, he has only become blind with the dust. But
 +when he has reached <i>that</i> degree of blindness, he will not be able to
 +look at a horse or a horseman at all until he has seen the whole thing
 +as a thing entirely unfamiliar and almost unearthly.</p>
 +
 +<p>Out of some dark forest under some ancient dawn there must come towards
 +us, with lumbering yet dancing motions, one of the very queerest of the
 +prehistoric creatures. We must see for the first time the strangely
 +small head set on a neck not only longer but thicker than itself, as the
 +face of a gargoyle is thrust out upon a gutter-spout, the one
 +disproportionate crest of hair running along the ridge of that heavy
 +neck like a beard in the wrong place; the feet, each like a solid club
 +of horn, alone amid the feet of so many cattle; so that the true fear is
 +to be found in showing not the cloven but the uncloven hoof. Nor is it
 +mere verbal fancy to see him thus as a unique monster; for in a sense a
 +monster means what is unique, and he is really unique. But the point is
 +that when we thus see him as the first man saw him, we begin once more
 +to have some imaginative sense of what it meant when the first man rode
 +him. In such a dream he may seem ugly, but he does<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_12" id="page_12">{12}</a></span> not seem
 +unimpressive; and certainly that two-legged dwarf who could get on top
 +of him will not seem unimpressive. By a longer and more erratic road we
 +shall come back to the same marvel of the man and the horse; and the
 +marvel will be, if possible, even more marvellous. We shall have again a
 +glimpse of St. George; the more glorious because St. George is not
 +riding on the horse, but rather riding on the dragon.</p>
 +
 +<p>In this example, which I have taken merely because it is an example, it
 +will be noted that I do not say that the nightmare seen by the first man
 +of the forest is either more true or more wonderful than the normal mare
 +of the stable seen by the civilised person who can appreciate what is
 +normal. Of the two extremes, I think on the whole that the traditional
 +grasp of truth is the better. But I say that the truth is found at one
 +or other of these two extremes, and is lost in the intermediate
 +condition of mere fatigue and forgetfulness of tradition. In other
 +words, I say it is better to see a horse as a monster than to see it
 +only as a slow substitute for a motor-car. If we have got into <i>that</i>
 +state of mind about a horse as something stale, it is far better to be
 +frightened of a horse because it is a good deal too fresh.</p>
 +
 +<p>Now, as it is with the monster that is called a horse, so it is with the
 +monster that is called a man. Of course the best condition of all, in my
 +opinion, is always to have regarded man as he is regarded in my
 +philosophy. He who holds the Christian and Catholic view of human nature
 +will feel certain that it is a universal and therefore a sane view, and
 +will be satisfied. But if he has lost the sane vision, he can only get
 +it back by something very like a mad vision; that is, by seeing man as a
 +strange animal and realising how strange an animal he is. But just as
 +seeing the horse as a prehistoric prodigy ultimately led back to, and
 +not away from, an admiration for the mastery of man, so the <i>really</i>
 +detached consideration of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_13" id="page_13">{13}</a></span> curious career of man will lead back to,
 +and not away from, the ancient faith in the dark designs of God. In
 +other words, it is exactly when we do see how queer the quadruped is
 +that we praise the man who mounts him; and exactly when we do see how
 +queer the biped is that we praise the Providence that made him.</p>
 +
 +<p>In short, it is the purpose of this introduction to maintain this
 +thesis: that it is exactly when we do regard man as an animal that we
 +know he is not an animal. It is precisely when we do try to picture him
 +as a sort of horse on its hind legs that we suddenly realise that he
 +must be something as miraculous as the winged horse that towered up into
 +the clouds of heaven. All roads lead to Rome, all ways lead round again
 +to the central and civilised philosophy, including this road through
 +elfland and topsyturvydom. But it may be that it is better never to have
 +left the land of a reasonable tradition, where men ride lightly upon
 +horses and are mighty hunters before the Lord.</p>
 +
 +<p>So also in the specially Christian case we have to react against the
 +heavy bias of fatigue. It is almost impossible to make the facts vivid,
 +because the facts are familiar; and for fallen men it is often true that
 +familiarity is fatigue. I am convinced that if we could tell the
 +supernatural story of Christ word for word as of a Chinese hero, call
 +him the Son of Heaven instead of the Son of God, and trace his rayed
 +nimbus in the gold thread of Chinese embroideries or the gold lacquer of
 +Chinese pottery instead of in the gold leaf of our own old Catholic
 +paintings, there would be a unanimous testimony to the spiritual purity
 +of the story. We should hear nothing then of the injustice of
 +substitution or the illogicality of atonement, of the superstitious
 +exaggeration of the burden of sin or the impossible insolence of an
 +invasion of the laws of nature. We should admire the chivalry of the
 +Chinese conception of a god who fell from the sky to fight the dragons
 +and save the wicked from being<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_14" id="page_14">{14}</a></span> devoured by their own fault and folly.
 +We should admire the subtlety of the Chinese view of life, which
 +perceives that all human imperfection is in very truth a crying
 +imperfection. We should admire the Chinese esoteric and superior wisdom,
 +which said there are higher cosmic laws than the laws we know; we
 +believe every common Indian conjurer who chooses to come to us and talk
 +in the same style. If Christianity were only a new oriental fashion, it
 +would never be reproached with being an old and oriental faith. I do not
 +propose in this book to follow the alleged example of St. Francis Xavier
 +with the opposite imaginative intention, and turn the Twelve Apostles
 +into Mandarins; not so much to make them look like natives as to make
 +them look like foreigners. I do not propose to work what I believe would
 +be a completely successful practical joke; that of telling the whole
 +story of the Gospel and the whole history of the Church in a setting of
 +pagodas and pigtails; and noting with malignant humour how much it was
 +admired as a heathen story in the very quarters where it is condemned as
 +a Christian story. But I do propose to strike wherever possible this
 +note of what is new and strange, and for that reason the style even on
 +so serious a subject may sometimes be deliberately grotesque and
 +fanciful. I do desire to help the reader to see Christendom from the
 +outside in the sense of seeing it as a whole, against the background of
 +other historic things; just as I desire him to see humanity as a whole
 +against the background of natural things. And I say that in both cases,
 +when seen thus, they stand out from their background like supernatural
 +things. They do not fade into the rest with the colours of
 +impressionism; they stand out from the rest with the colours of
 +heraldry; as vivid as a red cross on a white shield or a black lion on a
 +ground of gold. So stands the Red Clay against the green field of
 +nature, or the White Christ against the red clay of his race.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_15" id="page_15">{15}</a></span></p>
 +
 +<p>But in order to see them clearly we have to see them as a whole. We have
 +to see how they developed as well as how they began; for the most
 +incredible part of the story is that things which began thus should have
 +developed thus. Any one who chooses to indulge in mere imagination can
 +imagine that other things might have happened or other entities evolved.
 +Any one thinking of what might have happened may conceive a sort of
 +evolutionary equality; but any one facing what did happen must face an
 +exception and a prodigy. If there was ever a moment when man was only an
 +animal, we can if we choose make a fancy picture of his career
 +transferred to some other animal. An entertaining fantasia might be made
 +in which elephants built in elephantine architecture, with towers and
 +turrets like tusks and trunks, cities beyond the scale of any colossus.
 +A pleasant fable might be conceived in which a cow had developed a
 +costume, and put on four boots and two pairs of trousers. We could
 +imagine a Supermonkey more marvellous than any Superman, a quadrumanous
 +creature carving and painting with his hands and cooking and
 +carpentering with his feet. But if we are considering what did happen,
 +we shall certainly decide that man has distanced everything else with a
 +distance like that of the astronomical spaces and a speed like that of
 +the still thunderbolt of the light. And in the same fashion, while we
 +can if we choose see the Church amid a mob of Mithraic or Manichean
 +superstitions squabbling and killing each other at the end of the
 +Empire, while we can if we choose imagine the Church killed in the
 +struggle and some other chance cult taking its place, we shall be the
 +more surprised (and possibly puzzled) if we meet it two thousand years
 +afterwards rushing through the ages as the winged thunderbolt of thought
 +and everlasting enthusiasm; a thing without rival or resemblance; and
 +still as new as it is old.</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_16" id="page_16">{16}</a></span>&nbsp; </p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_17" id="page_17">{17}</a></span>&nbsp; </p>
 +
 +<h2><a name="PART_I" id="PART_I"></a>PART I<br /><br />
 +ON THE CREATURE CALLED MAN</h2>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_18" id="page_18">{18}</a></span>&nbsp; </p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_19" id="page_19">{19}</a></span>&nbsp; </p>
 +
 +<h3><a name="CHAPTER_I-a" id="CHAPTER_I-a"></a>CHAPTER I<br /><br />
 +THE MAN IN THE CAVE</h3>
 +
 +<p class="nind"><span class="smcap">Far</span> away in some strange constellation in skies infinitely remote, there
 +is a small star, which astronomers may some day discover. At least I
 +could never observe in the faces or demeanour of most astronomers or men
 +of science any evidence that they had discovered it; though as a matter
 +of fact they were walking about on it all the time. It is a star that
 +brings forth out of itself very strange plants and very strange animals;
 +and none stranger than the men of science. That at least is the way in
 +which I should begin a history of the world if I had to follow the
 +scientific custom of beginning with an account of the astronomical
 +universe. I should try to see even this earth from the outside, not by
 +the hackneyed insistence of its relative position to the sun, but by
 +some imaginative effort to conceive its remote position for the
 +dehumanised spectator. Only I do not believe in being dehumanised in
 +order to study humanity. I do not believe in dwelling upon the distances
 +that are supposed to dwarf the world; I think there is even something a
 +trifle vulgar about this idea of trying to rebuke spirit by size. And as
 +the first idea is not feasible, that of making the earth a strange
 +planet so as to make it significant, I will not stoop to the other trick
 +of making it a small planet in order to make it insignificant. I would
 +rather insist that we do not even know that it is a planet at all, in
 +the sense in which we know that it is a place; and a very extraordinary
 +place too. That is the note which I wish to strike from the first, if
 +not<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_20" id="page_20">{20}</a></span> in the astronomical, then in some more familiar fashion.</p>
 +
 +<p>One of my first journalistic adventures, or misadventures, concerned a
 +comment on Grant Allen, who had written a book about the Evolution of
 +the Idea of God. I happened to remark that it would be much more
 +interesting if God wrote a book about the evolution of the idea of Grant
 +Allen. And I remember that the editor objected to my remark on the
 +ground that it was blasphemous; which naturally amused me not a little.
 +For the joke of it was, of course, that it never occurred to him to
 +notice the title of the book itself, which really was blasphemous; for
 +it was, when translated into English, ‘I will show you how this
 +nonsensical notion that there is a God grew up among men.’ My remark was
 +strictly pious and proper; confessing the divine purpose even in its
 +most seemingly dark or meaningless manifestations. In that hour I
 +learned many things, including the fact that there is something purely
 +acoustic in much of that agnostic sort of reverence. The editor had not
 +seen the point, because in the title of the book the long word came at
 +the beginning and the short word at the end; whereas in my comment the
 +short word came at the beginning and gave him a sort of shock. I have
 +noticed that if you put a word like God into the same sentence with a
 +word like dog, these abrupt and angular words affect people like
 +pistol-shots. Whether you say that God made the dog or the dog made God
 +does not seem to matter; that is only one of the sterile disputations of
 +the too subtle theologians. But so long as you begin with a long word
 +like evolution the rest will roll harmlessly past; very probably the
 +editor had not read the whole of the title, for it is rather a long
 +title and he was rather a busy man.</p>
 +
 +<p>But this little incident has always lingered in my mind as a sort of
 +parable. Most modern histories of mankind begin with the word evolution,
 +and with a<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_21" id="page_21">{21}</a></span> rather wordy exposition of evolution, for much the same
 +reason that operated in this case. There is something slow and soothing
 +and gradual about the word and even about the idea. As a matter of fact,
 +it is not, touching these primary things, a very practical word or a
 +very profitable idea. Nobody can imagine how nothing could turn into
 +something. Nobody can get an inch nearer to it by explaining how
 +something could turn into something else. It is really far more logical
 +to start by saying ‘In the beginning God created heaven and earth’ even
 +if you only mean ‘In the beginning some unthinkable power began some
 +unthinkable process.’ For God is by its nature a name of mystery, and
 +nobody ever supposed that man could imagine how a world was created any
 +more than he could create one. But evolution really is mistaken for
 +explanation. It has the fatal quality of leaving on many minds the
 +impression that they do understand it and everything else; just as many
 +of them live under a sort of illusion that they have read the <i>Origin of
 +Species</i>.</p>
 +
 +<p>But this notion of something smooth and slow, like the ascent of a
 +slope, is a great part of the illusion. It is an illogicality as well as
 +an illusion; for slowness has really nothing to do with the question. An
 +event is not any more intrinsically intelligible or unintelligible
 +because of the pace at which it moves. For a man who does not believe in
 +a miracle, a slow miracle would be just as incredible as a swift one.
 +The Greek witch may have turned sailors to swine with a stroke of the
 +wand. But to see a naval gentleman of our acquaintance looking a little
 +more like a pig every day, till he ended with four trotters and a curly
 +tail, would not be any more soothing. It might be rather more creepy and
 +uncanny. The medieval wizard may have flown through the air from the top
 +of a tower; but to see an old gentleman walking through the air, in a
 +leisurely and lounging manner, would still seem to call for some
 +explanation.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_22" id="page_22">{22}</a></span> Yet there runs through all the rationalistic treatment of
 +history this curious and confused idea that difficulty is avoided, or
 +even mystery eliminated, by dwelling on mere delay or on something
 +dilatory in the processes of things. There will be something to be said
 +upon particular examples elsewhere; the question here is the false
 +atmosphere of facility and ease given by the mere suggestion of going
 +slow; the sort of comfort that might be given to a nervous old woman
 +travelling for the first time in a motor-car.</p>
 +
 +<p>Mr. H. G. Wells has confessed to being a prophet; and in this matter he
 +was a prophet at his own expense. It is curious that his first
 +fairy-tale was a complete answer to his last book of history. The Time
 +Machine destroyed in advance all comfortable conclusions founded on the
 +mere relativity of time. In that sublime nightmare the hero saw trees
 +shoot up like green rockets, and vegetation spread visibly like a green
 +conflagration, or the sun shoot across the sky from east to west with
 +the swiftness of a meteor. Yet in his sense these things were quite as
 +natural when they went swiftly; and in our sense they are quite as
 +supernatural when they go slowly. The ultimate question is why they go
 +at all; and anybody who really understands that question will know that
 +it always has been and always will be a religious question; or at any
 +rate a philosophical or metaphysical question. And most certainly he
 +will not think the question answered by some substitution of gradual for
 +abrupt change; or, in other words, by a merely relative question of the
 +same story being spun out or rattled rapidly through, as can be done
 +with any story at a cinema by turning a handle.</p>
 +
 +<p>Now what is needed for these problems of primitive existence is
 +something more like a primitive spirit. In calling up this vision of the
 +first things, I would ask the reader to make with me a sort of
 +experiment in simplicity. And by simplicity I do not mean stupidity, but
 +rather the sort of clarity that sees<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_23" id="page_23">{23}</a></span> things like life rather than words
 +like evolution. For this purpose it would really be better to turn the
 +handle of the Time Machine a little more quickly and see the grass
 +growing and the trees springing up into the sky, if that experiment
 +could contract and concentrate and make vivid the upshot of the whole
 +affair. What we know, in a sense in which we know nothing else, is that
 +the trees and the grass did grow and that a number of other
 +extraordinary things do in fact happen; that queer creatures support
 +themselves in the empty air by beating it with fans of various fantastic
 +shapes; that other queer creatures steer themselves about alive under a
 +load of mighty waters; that other queer creatures walk about on four
 +legs, and that the queerest creature of all walks about on two. These
 +are things and not theories; and compared with them evolution and the
 +atom and even the solar system are merely theories. The matter here is
 +one of history and not of philosophy; so that it need only be noted that
 +no philosopher denies that a mystery still attaches to the two great
 +transitions: the origin of the universe itself and the origin of the
 +principle of life itself. Most philosophers have the enlightenment to
 +add that a third mystery attaches to the origin of man himself. In other
 +words, a third bridge was built across a third abyss of the unthinkable
 +when there came into the world what we call reason and what we call
 +will. Man is not merely an evolution but rather a revolution. That he
 +has a backbone or other parts upon a similar pattern to birds and fishes
 +is an obvious fact, whatever be the meaning of the fact. But if we
 +attempt to regard him, as it were, as a quadruped standing on his hind
 +legs, we shall find what follows far more fantastic and subversive than
 +if he were standing on his head.</p>
 +
 +<p>I will take one example to serve for an introduction to the story of
 +man. It illustrates what I mean by saying that a certain childish
 +directness is needed to<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_24" id="page_24">{24}</a></span> see the truth about the childhood of the world.
 +It illustrates what I mean by saying that a mixture of popular science
 +and journalistic jargon has confused the facts about the first things,
 +so that we cannot see which of them really comes first. It illustrates,
 +though only in one convenient illustration, all that I mean by the
 +necessity of seeing the sharp differences that give its shape to
 +history, instead of being submerged in all these generalisations about
 +slowness and sameness. For we do indeed require, in Mr. Wells’s phrase,
 +an outline of history. But we may venture to say, in Mr. Mantalini’s
 +phrase, that this evolutionary history has no outline or is a demd
 +outline. But, above all, it illustrates what I mean by saying that the
 +more we really look at man as an animal, the less he will look like one.</p>
 +
 +<p>To-day all our novels and newspapers will be found swarming with
 +numberless allusions to a popular character called a Cave-Man. He seems
 +to be quite familiar to us, not only as a public character but as a
 +private character. His psychology is seriously taken into account in
 +psychological fiction and psychological medicine. So far as I can
 +understand, his chief occupation in life was knocking his wife about, or
 +treating women in general with what is, I believe, known in the world of
 +the film as ‘rough stuff.’ I have never happened to come upon the
 +evidence for this idea; and I do not know on what primitive diaries or
 +prehistoric divorce-reports it is founded. Nor, as I have explained
 +elsewhere, have I ever been able to see the probability of it, even
 +considered a priori. We are always told without any explanation or
 +authority that primitive man waved a club and knocked the woman down
 +before he carried her off. But on every animal analogy, it would seem an
 +almost morbid modesty and reluctance, on the part of the lady, always to
 +insist on being knocked down before consenting to be carried off. And I
 +repeat that I can never comprehend why,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_25" id="page_25">{25}</a></span> when the male was so very rude,
 +the female should have been so very refined. The cave-man may have been
 +a brute, but there is no reason why he should have been more brutal than
 +the brutes. And the loves of the giraffes and the river romances of the
 +hippopotami are effected without any of this preliminary fracas or
 +shindy. The cave-man may have been no better than the cave-bear; but the
 +child she-bear, so famous in hymnology, is not trained with any such
 +bias for spinsterhood. In short, these details of the domestic life of
 +the cave puzzle me upon either the evolutionary or the static
 +hypothesis; and in any case I should like to look into the evidence for
 +them; but unfortunately I have never been able to find it. But the
 +curious thing is this: that while ten thousand tongues of more or less
 +scientific or literary gossip seemed to be talking at once about this
 +unfortunate fellow, under the title of the cave-man, the one connection
 +in which it is really relevant and sensible to talk about him as the
 +cave-man has been comparatively neglected. People have used this loose
 +term in twenty loose ways; but they have never even looked at their own
 +term for what could really be learned from it.</p>
 +
 +<p>In fact, people have been interested in everything about the cave-man
 +except what he did in the cave. Now there does happen to be some real
 +evidence of what he did in the cave. It is little enough, like all the
 +prehistoric evidence, but it is concerned with the real cave-man and his
 +cave and not the literary cave-man and his club. And it will be valuable
 +to our sense of reality to consider quite simply what that real evidence
 +is, and not to go beyond it. What was found in the cave was not the
 +club, the horrible gory club notched with the number of women it had
 +knocked on the head. The cave was not a Bluebeard’s Chamber filled with
 +the skeletons of slaughtered wives; it was not filled with female skulls
 +all arranged in rows and all cracked like eggs. It was something<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_26" id="page_26">{26}</a></span> quite
 +unconnected, one way or the other, with all the modern phrases and
 +philosophical implications and literary rumours which confuse the whole
 +question for us. And if we wish to see as it really is this authentic
 +glimpse of the morning of the world, it will be far better to conceive
 +even the story of its discovery as some such legend of the land of
 +morning. It would be far better to tell the tale of what was really
 +found as simply as the tale of heroes finding the Golden Fleece or the
 +Gardens of the Hesperides, if we could so escape from a fog of
 +controversial theories into the clear colours and clean-cut outlines of
 +such a dawn. The old epic poets at least knew how to tell a story,
 +possibly a tall story but never a twisted story, never a story tortured
 +out of its own shape to fit theories and philosophies invented centuries
 +afterwards. It would be well if modern investigators could describe
 +their discoveries in the bald narrative style of the earliest
 +travellers, and without any of these long allusive words that are full
 +of irrelevant implication and suggestion. Then we might realise exactly
 +what we do know about the cave-man, or at any rate about the cave.</p>
 +
 +<p>A priest and a boy entered some time ago a hollow in the hills and
 +passed into a sort of subterranean tunnel that led into a labyrinth of
 +such sealed and secret corridors of rock. They crawled through cracks
 +that seemed almost impassable, they crept through tunnels that might
 +have been made for moles, they dropped into holes as hopeless as wells,
 +they seemed to be burying themselves alive seven times over beyond the
 +hope of resurrection. This is but the commonplace of all such courageous
 +exploration; but what is needed here is some one who shall put such
 +stories in the primary light, in which they are not commonplace. There
 +is, for instance, something strangely symbolic in the accident that the
 +first intruders into that sunken world were a priest and a boy, the
 +types of the antiquity and of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_27" id="page_27">{27}</a></span> youth of the world. But here I am
 +even more concerned with the symbolism of the boy than with that of the
 +priest. Nobody who remembers boyhood needs to be told what it might be
 +to a boy to enter like Peter Pan under a roof of the roots of all the
 +trees and go deeper and deeper, till he reach what William Morris called
 +the very roots of the mountains. Suppose somebody, with that simple and
 +unspoilt realism that is a part of innocence, to pursue that journey to
 +its end, not for the sake of what he could deduce or demonstrate in some
 +dusty magazine controversy, but simply for the sake of what he could
 +see. What he did see at last was a cavern so far from the light of day
 +that it might have been the legendary Domdaniel cavern that was under
 +the floor of the sea. This secret chamber of rock, when illuminated
 +after its long night of unnumbered ages, revealed on its walls large and
 +sprawling outlines diversified with coloured earths; and when they
 +followed the lines of them they recognised, across that vast and void of
 +ages, the movement and the gesture of a man’s hand. They were drawings
 +or paintings of animals; and they were drawn or painted not only by a
 +man but by an artist. Under whatever archaic limitations, they showed
 +that love of the long sweeping or the long wavering line which any man
 +who has ever drawn or tried to draw will recognise; and about which no
 +artist will allow himself to be contradicted by any scientist. They
 +showed the experimental and adventurous spirit of the artist, the spirit
 +that does not avoid but attempt difficult things; as where the
 +draughtsman had represented the action of the stag when he swings his
 +head clean round and noses towards his tail, an action familiar enough
 +in the horse. But there are many modern animal-painters who would set
 +themselves something of a task in rendering it truly. In this and twenty
 +other details it is clear that the artist had watched animals with a
 +certain interest and presumably a certain pleasure.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_28" id="page_28">{28}</a></span> In that sense it
 +would seem that he was not only an artist but a naturalist; the sort of
 +naturalist who is really natural.</p>
 +
 +<p>Now it is needless to note, except in passing, that there is nothing
 +whatever in the atmosphere of that cave to suggest the bleak and
 +pessimistic atmosphere of that journalistic cave of the winds, that
 +blows and bellows about us with countless echoes concerning the
 +cave-man. So far as any human character can be hinted at by such traces
 +of the past, that human character is quite human and even humane. It is
 +certainly not the ideal of an inhuman character, like the abstraction
 +invoked in popular science. When novelists and educationists and
 +psychologists of all sorts talk about the cave-man, they never conceive
 +him in connection with anything that is really in the cave. When the
 +realist of the sex novel writes, ‘Red sparks danced in Dagmar
 +Doubledick’s brain; he felt the spirit of the cave-man rising within
 +him,’ the novelist’s readers would be very much disappointed if Dagmar
 +only went off and drew large pictures of cows on the drawing-room wall.
 +When the psychoanalyst writes to a patient, ‘The submerged instincts of
 +the cave-man are doubtless prompting you to gratify a violent impulse,’
 +he does not refer to the impulse to paint in water-colours; or to make
 +conscientious studies of how cattle swing their heads when they graze.
 +Yet we do know for a fact that the cave-man did these mild and innocent
 +things; and we have not the most minute speck of evidence that he did
 +any of the violent and ferocious things. In other words, the cave-man as
 +commonly presented to us is simply a myth or rather a muddle; for a myth
 +has at least an imaginative outline of truth. The whole of the current
 +way of talking is simply a confusion and a misunderstanding, founded on
 +no sort of scientific evidence and valued only as an excuse for a very
 +modern mood of anarchy. If any gentleman wants to knock a woman about,
 +he can<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_29" id="page_29">{29}</a></span> surely be a cad without taking away the character of the
 +cave-man, about whom we know next to nothing except what we can gather
 +from a few harmless and pleasing pictures on a wall.</p>
 +
 +<p>But this is not the point about the pictures or the particular moral
 +here to be drawn from them. That moral is something much larger and
 +simpler, so large and simple that when it is first stated it will sound
 +childish. And indeed it is in the highest sense childish; and that is
 +why I have in this apologue in some sense seen it through the eyes of a
 +child. It is the biggest of all the facts really facing the boy in the
 +cavern; and is perhaps too big to be seen. If the boy was one of the
 +flock of the priest, it may be presumed that he had been trained in a
 +certain quality of common sense; that common sense that often comes to
 +us in the form of tradition. In that case he would simply recognise the
 +primitive man’s work as the work of a man, interesting but in no way
 +incredible in being primitive. He would see what was there to see; and
 +he would not be tempted into seeing what was not there, by any
 +evolutionary excitement or fashionable speculation. If he had heard of
 +such things he would admit, of course, that the speculations might be
 +true and were not incompatible with the facts that were true. The artist
 +may have had another side to his character besides that which he has
 +alone left on record in his works of art. The primitive man may have
 +taken a pleasure in beating women as well as in drawing animals; all we
 +can say is that the drawings record the one but not the other. It may be
 +true that when the cave-man’s finished jumping on his mother, or his
 +wife as the case may be, he loves to hear the little brook a-gurgling,
 +and also to watch the deer as they come down to drink at the brook.
 +These things are not impossible, but they are irrelevant. The common
 +sense of the child could confine itself to learning from the facts what
 +the facts have to teach; and the<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_30" id="page_30">{30}</a></span> pictures in the cave are very nearly
 +all the facts there are. So far as that evidence goes, the child would
 +be justified in assuming that a man had represented animals with rock
 +and red ochre for the same reason as he himself was in the habit of
 +trying to represent animals with charcoal and red chalk. The man had
 +drawn a stag just as the child had drawn a horse; because it was fun.
 +The man had drawn a stag with his head turned as the child had drawn a
 +pig with his eyes shut; because it was difficult. The child and the man,
 +being both human, would be united by the brotherhood of men; and the
 +brotherhood of men is even nobler when it bridges the abyss of ages than
 +when it bridges only the chasm of class. But anyhow he would see no
 +evidence of the cave-man of crude evolutionism; because there is none to
 +be seen. If somebody told him that the pictures had all been drawn by
 +St. Francis of Assisi out of pure and saintly love of animals, there
 +would be nothing in the cave to contradict it.</p>
 +
 +<p>Indeed I once knew a lady who half-humorously suggested that the cave
 +was a crèche, in which the babies were put to be specially safe, and
 +that coloured animals were drawn on the walls to amuse them; very much
 +as diagrams of elephants and giraffes adorn a modern infant school. And
 +though this was but a jest, it does draw attention to some of the other
 +assumptions that we make only too readily. The pictures do not prove
 +even that the cave-men lived in caves, any more than the discovery of a
 +wine-cellar in Balham (long after that suburb had been destroyed by
 +human or divine wrath) would prove that the Victorian middle classes
 +lived entirely underground. The cave might have had a special purpose
 +like the cellar; it might have been a religious shrine or a refuge in
 +war or the meeting-place of a secret society or all sorts of things. But
 +it is quite true that its artistic decoration has much more of the
 +atmosphere of a nursery than of any of these night<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_31" id="page_31">{31}</a></span>mares of anarchical
 +fury and fear. I have conceived a child as standing in the cave; and it
 +is easy to conceive any child, modern or immeasurably remote, as making
 +a living gesture as if to pat the painted beasts upon the wall. In that
 +gesture there is a foreshadowing, as we shall see later, of another
 +cavern and another child.</p>
 +
 +<p>But suppose the boy had not been taught by a priest but by a professor,
 +by one of the professors who simplify the relation of men and beasts to
 +a mere evolutionary variation. Suppose the boy saw himself, with the
 +same simplicity and sincerity, as a mere Mowgli running with the pack of
 +nature and roughly indistinguishable from the rest save by a relative
 +and recent variation. What would be for him the simplest lesson of that
 +strange stone picture-book? After all, it would come back to this; that
 +he had dug very deep and found the place where a man had drawn a picture
 +of a reindeer. But he would dig a good deal deeper before he found a
 +place where a reindeer had drawn a picture of a man. That sounds like a
 +truism, but in this connection it is really a very tremendous truth. He
 +might descend to depths unthinkable, he might sink into sunken
 +continents as strange as remote stars, he might find himself in the
 +inside of the world as far from men as the other side of the moon; he
 +might see in those cold chasms or colossal terraces of stone, traced in
 +the faint hieroglyphic of the fossil, the ruins of lost dynasties of
 +biological life, rather like the ruins of successive creations and
 +separate universes than the stages in the story of one. He would find
 +the trail of monsters blindly developing in directions outside all our
 +common imagery of fish and bird; groping and grasping and touching life
 +with every extravagant elongation of horn and tongue and tentacle;
 +growing a forest of fantastic caricatures of the claw and the fin and
 +the finger. But nowhere would he find one finger that had traced one
 +significant line upon the<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_32" id="page_32">{32}</a></span> sand; nowhere one claw that had even begun to
 +scratch the faint suggestion of a form. To all appearance, the thing
 +would be as unthinkable in all those countless cosmic variations of
 +forgotten aeons as it would be in the beasts and birds before our eyes.
 +The child would no more expect to see it than to see the cat scratch on
 +the wall a vindictive caricature of the dog. The childish common sense
 +would keep the most evolutionary child from expecting to see anything
 +like that; yet in the traces of the rude and recently evolved ancestors
 +of humanity he would have seen exactly that. It must surely strike him
 +as strange that men so remote from him should be so near, and that
 +beasts so near to him should be so remote. To his simplicity it must
 +seem at least odd that he could not find any trace of the beginning of
 +any arts among any animals. That is the simplest lesson to learn in the
 +cavern of the coloured pictures; only it is too simple to be learnt. It
 +is the simple truth that man does differ from the brutes in kind and not
 +in degree; and the proof of it is here; that it sounds like a truism to
 +say that the most primitive man drew a picture of a monkey, and that it
 +sounds like a joke to say that the most intelligent monkey drew a
 +picture of a man. Something of division and disproportion has appeared;
 +and it is unique. Art is the signature of man.</p>
 +
 +<p>That is the sort of simple truth with which a story of the beginnings
 +ought really to begin. The evolutionist stands staring in the painted
 +cavern at the things that are too large to be seen and too simple to be
 +understood. He tries to deduce all sorts of other indirect and doubtful
 +things from the details of the pictures, because he cannot see the
 +primary significance of the whole; thin and theoretical deductions about
 +the absence of religion or the presence of superstition; about tribal
 +government and hunting and human sacrifice and heaven knows what. In the
 +next chapter I shall try to trace in a little more detail<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_33" id="page_33">{33}</a></span> the much
 +disputed question about these prehistoric origins of human ideas and
 +especially of the religious idea. Here I am only taking this one case of
 +the cave as a sort of symbol of the simpler sort of truth with which the
 +story ought to start. When all is said, the main fact that the record of
 +the reindeer men attests, along with all other records, is that the
 +reindeer man could draw and the reindeer could not. If the reindeer man
 +was as much an animal as the reindeer, it was all the more extraordinary
 +that he could do what all other animals could not. If he was an ordinary
 +product of biological growth, like any other beast or bird, then it is
 +all the more extraordinary that he was not in the least like any other
 +beast or bird. He seems rather more supernatural as a natural product
 +than as a supernatural one.</p>
 +
 +<p>But I have begun this story in the cave, like the cave of the
 +speculations of Plato, because it is a sort of model of the mistake of
 +merely evolutionary introductions and prefaces. It is useless to begin
 +by saying that everything was slow and smooth and a mere matter of
 +development and degree. For in a plain matter like the pictures there is
 +in fact not a trace of any such development or degree. Monkeys did not
 +begin pictures and men finish them; Pithecanthropus did not draw a
 +reindeer badly and Homo Sapiens draw it well. The higher animals did not
 +draw better and better portraits; the dog did not paint better in his
 +best period than in his early bad manner as a jackal; the wild horse was
 +not an Impressionist and the race-horse a Post-Impressionist. All we can
 +say of this notion of reproducing things in shadow or representative
 +shape is that it exists nowhere in nature except in man; and that we
 +cannot even talk about it without treating man as something separate
 +from nature. In other words, every sane sort of history must begin with
 +man as man, a thing standing absolute and alone. How he came there, or
 +indeed how anything else came there,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_34" id="page_34">{34}</a></span> is a thing for theologians and
 +philosophers and scientists and not for historians. But an excellent
 +test case of this isolation and mystery is the matter of the impulse of
 +art. This creature was truly different from all other creatures; because
 +he was a creator as well as a creature. Nothing in that sense could be
 +made in any other image but the image of man. But the truth is so true
 +that, even in the absence of any religious belief, it must be assumed in
 +the form of some moral or metaphysical principle. In the next chapter we
 +shall see how this principle applies to all the historical hypotheses
 +and evolutionary ethics now in fashion; to the origins of tribal
 +government or mythological belief. But the clearest and most convenient
 +example to start with is this popular one of what the cave-man really
 +did in his cave. It means that somehow or other a new thing had appeared
 +in the cavernous night of nature; a mind that is like a mirror. It is
 +like a mirror because it is truly a thing of reflection. It is like a
 +mirror because in it alone all the other shapes can be seen like shining
 +shadows in a vision. Above all, it is like a mirror because it is the
 +only thing of its kind. Other things may resemble it or resemble each
 +other in various ways; other things may excel it or excel each other in
 +various ways; just as in the furniture of a room a table may be round
 +like a mirror or a cupboard may be larger than a mirror. But the mirror
 +is the only thing that can contain them all. Man is the microcosm; man
 +is the measure of all things; man is the image of God. These are the
 +only real lessons to be learnt in the cave, and it is time to leave it
 +for the open road.</p>
 +
 +<p>It will be well in this place, however, to sum up once and for all what
 +is meant by saying that man is at once the exception to everything and
 +the mirror and the measure of all things. But to see man as he is, it is
 +necessary once more to keep close to that simplicity that can clear
 +itself of accumulated clouds<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_35" id="page_35">{35}</a></span> of sophistry. The simplest truth about man
 +is that he is a very strange being; almost in the sense of being a
 +stranger on the earth. In all sobriety, he has much more of the external
 +appearance of one bringing alien habits from another land than of a mere
 +growth of this one. He has an unfair advantage and an unfair
 +disadvantage. He cannot sleep in his own skin; he cannot trust his own
 +instincts. He is at once a creator moving miraculous hands and fingers
 +and a kind of cripple. He is wrapped in artificial bandages called
 +clothes; he is propped on artificial crutches called furniture. His mind
 +has the same doubtful liberties and the same wild limitations. Alone
 +among the animals, he is shaken with the beautiful madness called
 +laughter; as if he had caught sight of some secret in the very shape of
 +the universe hidden from the universe itself. Alone among the animals he
 +feels the need of averting his thoughts from the root realities of his
 +own bodily being; of hiding them as in the presence of some higher
 +possibility which creates the mystery of shame. Whether we praise these
 +things as natural to man or abuse them as artificial in nature, they
 +remain in the same sense unique. This is realised by the whole popular
 +instinct called religion, until disturbed by pedants, especially the
 +laborious pedants of the Simple Life. The most sophistical of all
 +sophists are Gymnosophists.</p>
 +
 +<p>It is not natural to see man as a natural product. It is not common
 +sense to call man a common object of the country or the seashore. It is
 +not seeing straight to see him as an animal. It is not sane. It sins
 +against the light; against that broad daylight of proportion which is
 +the principle of all reality. It is reached by stretching a point, by
 +making out a case, by artificially selecting a certain light and shade,
 +by bringing into prominence the lesser or lower things which may happen
 +to be similar. The solid thing standing in the sunlight, the thing we
 +can walk round<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_36" id="page_36">{36}</a></span> and see from all sides, is quite different. It is also
 +quite extraordinary; and the more sides we see of it the more
 +extraordinary it seems. It is emphatically not a thing that follows or
 +flows naturally from anything else. If we imagine that an inhuman or
 +impersonal intelligence could have felt from the first the general
 +nature of the non-human world sufficiently to see that things would
 +evolve in whatever way they did evolve, there would have been nothing
 +whatever in all that natural world to prepare such a mind for such an
 +unnatural novelty. To such a mind, man would most certainly not have
 +seemed something like one herd out of a hundred herds finding richer
 +pasture; or one swallow out of a hundred swallows making a summer under
 +a strange sky. It would not be in the same scale and scarcely in the
 +same dimension. We might as truly say that it would not be in the same
 +universe. It would be more like seeing one cow out of a hundred cows
 +suddenly jump over the moon or one pig out of a hundred pigs grow wings
 +in a flash and fly. It would not be a question of the cattle finding
 +their own grazing-ground but of their building their own cattle-sheds,
 +not a question of one swallow making a summer but of his making a
 +summer-house. For the very fact that birds do build nests is one of
 +those similarities that sharpen the startling difference. The very fact
 +that a bird can get as far as building a nest, and cannot get any
 +farther, proves that he has not a mind as man has a mind; it proves it
 +more completely than if he built nothing at all. If he built nothing at
 +all, he might possibly be a philosopher of the Quietist or Buddhistic
 +school, indifferent to all but the mind within. But when he builds as he
 +does build and is satisfied and sings aloud with satisfaction, then we
 +know there is really an invisible veil like a pane of glass between him
 +and us, like the window on which a bird will beat in vain. But suppose
 +our abstract onlooker saw one of the birds<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_37" id="page_37">{37}</a></span> begin to build as men build.
 +Suppose in an incredibly short space of time there were seven styles of
 +architecture for one style of nest. Suppose the bird carefully selected
 +forked twigs and pointed leaves to express the piercing piety of Gothic,
 +but turned to broad foliage and black mud when he sought in a darker
 +mood to call up the heavy columns of Bel and Ashtaroth; making his nest
 +indeed one of the hanging gardens of Babylon. Suppose the bird made
 +little clay statues of birds celebrated in letters or politics and stuck
 +them up in front of the nest. Suppose that one bird out of a thousand
 +birds began to do one of the thousand things that man had already done
 +even in the morning of the world; and we can be quite certain that the
 +onlooker would not regard such a bird as a mere evolutionary variety of
 +the other birds; he would regard it as a very fearful wild-fowl indeed;
 +possibly as a bird of ill-omen, certainly as an omen. That bird would
 +tell the augurs, not of something that would happen, but of something
 +that had happened. That something would be the appearance of a mind with
 +a new dimension of depth; a mind like that of man. If there be no God,
 +no other mind could conceivably have foreseen it.</p>
 +
 +<p>Now, as a matter of fact, there is not a shadow of evidence that <i>this</i>
 +thing was evolved at all. There is not a particle of proof that <i>this</i>
 +transition came slowly, or even that it came naturally. In a strictly
 +scientific sense, we simply know nothing whatever about how it grew, or
 +whether it grew, or what it is. There may be a broken trail of stones
 +and bones faintly suggesting the development of the human body. There is
 +nothing even faintly suggesting such a development of this human mind.
 +It was not and it was; we know not in what instant or in what infinity
 +of years. Something happened; and it has all the appearance of a
 +transaction outside time. It has therefore nothing to do with history in
 +the<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_38" id="page_38">{38}</a></span> ordinary sense. The historian must take it or something like it for
 +granted; it is not his business as a historian to explain it. But if he
 +cannot explain it as a historian, he will not explain it as a biologist.
 +In neither case is there any disgrace to him in accepting it without
 +explaining it; for it is a reality, and history and biology deal with
 +realities. He is quite justified in calmly confronting the pig with
 +wings and the cow that jumped over the moon, merely because they have
 +happened. He can reasonably accept man as a freak, because he accepts
 +man as a fact. He can be perfectly comfortable in a crazy and
 +disconnected world, or in a world that can produce such a crazy and
 +disconnected thing. For reality is a thing in which we can all repose,
 +even if it hardly seems related to anything else. The thing is there;
 +and that is enough for most of us. But if we do indeed want to know how
 +it can conceivably have come there, if we do indeed wish to see it
 +related realistically to other things, if we do insist on seeing it
 +evolved before our very eyes from an environment nearer to its own
 +nature, then assuredly it is to very different things that we must go.
 +We must stir very strange memories and return to very simple dreams if
 +we desire some origin that can make man other than a monster. We shall
 +have discovered very different causes before he becomes a creature of
 +causation; and invoked other authority to turn him into something
 +reasonable, or even into anything probable. That way lies all that is at
 +once awful and familiar and forgotten, with dreadful faces thronged and
 +fiery arms. We can accept man as a fact, if we are content with an
 +unexplained fact. We can accept him as an animal, if we can live with a
 +fabulous animal. But if we must needs have sequence and necessity, then
 +indeed we must provide a prelude and crescendo of mounting miracles,
 +that ushered in with unthinkable thunders in all the seven heavens of
 +another order, a man may be an ordinary thing.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_39" id="page_39">{39}</a></span></p>
 +
 +<h3><a name="CHAPTER_II-a" id="CHAPTER_II-a"></a>CHAPTER II<br /><br />
 +PROFESSORS AND PREHISTORIC MEN</h3>
 +
 +<p class="nind"><span class="smcap">Science</span> is weak about these prehistoric things in a way that has hardly
 +been noticed. The science whose modern marvels we all admire succeeds by
 +incessantly adding to its data. In all practical inventions, in most
 +natural discoveries, it can always increase evidence by experiment. But
 +it cannot experiment in making men; or even in watching to see what the
 +first men make. An inventor can advance step by step in the construction
 +of an aeroplane, even if he is only experimenting with sticks and scraps
 +of metal in his own back-yard. But he cannot watch the Missing Link
 +evolving in his own back-yard. If he has made a mistake in his
 +calculations, the aeroplane will correct it by crashing to the ground.
 +But if he has made a mistake about the arboreal habitat of his ancestor,
 +he cannot see his arboreal ancestor falling off the tree. He cannot keep
 +a cave-man like a cat in the back-yard and watch him to see whether he
 +does really practise cannibalism or carry off his mate on the principles
 +of marriage by capture. He cannot keep a tribe of primitive men like a
 +pack of hounds and notice how far they are influenced by the herd
 +instinct. If he sees a particular bird behave in a particular way, he
 +can get other birds and see if they behave in that way; but if he finds
 +a skull, or the scrap of a skull, in the hollow of a hill, he cannot
 +multiply it into a vision of the valley of dry bones. In dealing with a
 +past that has almost entirely perished, he can only go by evidence and
 +not by experiment. And there is hardly enough evidence<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_40" id="page_40">{40}</a></span> to be even
 +evidential. Thus while most science moves in a sort of curve, being
 +constantly corrected by new evidence, this science flies off into space
 +in a straight line uncorrected by anything. But the habit of forming
 +conclusions, as they can really be formed in more fruitful fields, is so
 +fixed in the scientific mind that it cannot resist talking like this. It
 +talks about the idea suggested by one scrap of bone as if it were
 +something like the aeroplane which is constructed at last out of whole
 +scrap-heaps of scraps of metal. The trouble with the professor of the
 +prehistoric is that he cannot scrap his scrap. The marvellous and
 +triumphant aeroplane is made out of a hundred mistakes. The student of
 +origins can only make one mistake and stick to it.</p>
 +
 +<p>We talk very truly of the patience of science; but in this department it
 +would be truer to talk of the impatience of science. Owing to the
 +difficulty above described, the theorist is in far too much of a hurry.
 +We have a series of hypotheses so hasty that they may well be called
 +fancies, and cannot in any case be further corrected by facts. The most
 +empirical anthropologist is here as limited as an antiquary. He can only
 +cling to a fragment of the past and has no way of increasing it for the
 +future. He can only clutch his fragment of fact, almost as the primitive
 +man clutched his fragment of flint. And indeed he does deal with it in
 +much the same way and for much the same reason. It is his tool and his
 +only tool. It is his weapon and his only weapon. He often wields it with
 +a fanaticism far in excess of anything shown by men of science when they
 +can collect more facts from experience and even add new facts by
 +experiment. Sometimes the professor with his bone becomes almost as
 +dangerous as a dog with his bone. And the dog at least does not deduce a
 +theory from it, proving that mankind is going to the dogs&mdash;or that it
 +came from them.</p>
 +
 +<p>For instance, I have pointed out the difficulty of<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_41" id="page_41">{41}</a></span> keeping a monkey and
 +watching it evolve into a man. Experimental evidence of such an
 +evolution being impossible, the professor is not content to say (as most
 +of us would be ready to say) that such an evolution is likely enough
 +anyhow. He produces his little bone, or little collection of bones, and
 +deduces the most marvellous things from it. He found in Java a part of a
 +skull, seeming by its contour to be smaller than the human. Somewhere
 +near it he found an upright thigh-bone, and in the same scattered
 +fashion some teeth that were not human. If they all form part of one
 +creature, which is doubtful, our conception of the creature would be
 +almost equally doubtful. But the effect on popular science was to
 +produce a complete and even complex figure, finished down to the last
 +details of hair and habits. He was given a name as if he were an
 +ordinary historical character. People talked of Pithecanthropus as of
 +Pitt or Fox or Napoleon. Popular histories published portraits of him
 +like the portraits of Charles the First and George the Fourth. A
 +detailed drawing was reproduced, carefully shaded, to show that the very
 +hairs of his head were all numbered. No uninformed person looking at its
 +carefully lined face and wistful eyes would imagine for a moment that
 +this was the portrait of a thigh-bone; or of a few teeth and a fragment
 +of a cranium. In the same way people talked about him as if he were an
 +individual whose influence and character were familiar to us all. I have
 +just read a story in a magazine about Java, and how modern white
 +inhabitants of that island are prevailed on to misbehave themselves by
 +the personal influence of poor old Pithecanthropus. That the modern
 +inhabitants of Java misbehave themselves I can very readily believe; but
 +I do not imagine that they need any encouragement from the discovery of
 +a few highly doubtful bones. Anyhow, those bones are far too few and
 +fragmentary and dubious to fill up the whole of the vast void that<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_42" id="page_42">{42}</a></span> does
 +in reason and in reality lie between man and his bestial ancestors, if
 +they were his ancestors. On the assumption of that evolutionary
 +connection (a connection which I am not in the least concerned to deny),
 +the really arresting and remarkable fact is the comparative absence of
 +any such remains recording that connection at that point. The sincerity
 +of Darwin really admitted this; and that is how we came to use such a
 +term as the Missing Link. But the dogmatism of Darwinians has been too
 +strong for the agnosticism of Darwin; and men have insensibly fallen
 +into turning this entirely negative term into a positive image. They
 +talk of searching for the habits and habitat of the Missing Link; as if
 +one were to talk of being on friendly terms with the gap in a narrative
 +or the hole in an argument, of taking a walk with a <i>non-sequitur</i> or
 +dining with an undistributed middle.</p>
 +
 +<p>In this sketch, therefore, of man in his relation to certain religious
 +and historical problems, I shall waste no further space on these
 +speculations on the nature of man before he became man. His body may
 +have been evolved from the brutes; but we know nothing of any such
 +transition that throws the smallest light upon his soul as it has shown
 +itself in history. Unfortunately the same school of writers pursue the
 +same style of reasoning when they come to the first real evidence about
 +the first real men. Strictly speaking of course we know nothing about
 +prehistoric man, for the simple reason that he was prehistoric. The
 +history of prehistoric man is a very obvious contradiction in terms. It
 +is the sort of unreason in which only rationalists are allowed to
 +indulge. If a parson had casually observed that the Flood was
 +antediluvian, it is possible that he might be a little chaffed about his
 +logic. If a bishop were to say that Adam was Preadamite, we might think
 +it a little odd. But we are not supposed to notice such verbal trifles
 +when sceptical historians talk of the part of<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_43" id="page_43">{43}</a></span> history that is
 +prehistoric. The truth is that they are using the terms historic and
 +prehistoric without any clear test or definition in their minds. What
 +they mean is that there are traces of human lives before the beginning
 +of human stories; and in that sense we do at least know that humanity
 +was before history.</p>
 +
 +<p>Human civilisation is older than human records. That is the sane way of
 +stating our relations to these remote things. Humanity has left examples
 +of its other arts earlier than the art of writing; or at least of any
 +writing that we can read. But it is certain that the primitive arts were
 +arts; and it is in every way probable that the primitive civilisations
 +were civilisations. The man left a picture of the reindeer, but he did
 +not leave a narrative of how he hunted the reindeer; and therefore what
 +we say of him is hypothesis and not history. But the art he did practise
 +was quite artistic; his drawing was quite intelligent, and there is no
 +reason to doubt that his story of the hunt would be quite intelligent,
 +only if it exists it is not intelligible. In short, the prehistoric
 +period need not mean the primitive period, in the sense of the barbaric
 +or bestial period. It does not mean the time before civilisation or the
 +time before arts and crafts. It simply means the time before any
 +connected narratives that we can read. This does indeed make all the
 +practical difference between remembrance and forgetfulness; but it is
 +perfectly possible that there were all sorts of forgotten forms of
 +civilisation, as well as all sorts of forgotten forms of barbarism. And
 +in any case everything indicated that many of these forgotten or
 +half-forgotten social stages were much more civilised and much less
 +barbaric than is vulgarly imagined to-day. But even about these
 +unwritten histories of humanity, when humanity was quite certainly
 +human, we can only conjecture with the greatest doubt and caution. And
 +unfortunately doubt and caution are the last things commonly encouraged
 +by the loose evolutionism of current<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_44" id="page_44">{44}</a></span> culture. For that culture is full
 +of curiosity; and the one thing that it cannot endure is the agony of
 +agnosticism. It was in the Darwinian age that the word first became
 +known and the thing first became impossible.</p>
 +
 +<p>It is necessary to say plainly that all this ignorance is simply covered
 +by impudence. Statements are made so plainly and positively that men
 +have hardly the moral courage to pause upon them and find that they are
 +without support. The other day a scientific summary of the state of a
 +prehistoric tribe began confidently with the words ‘They wore no
 +clothes.’ Not one reader in a hundred probably stopped to ask himself
 +how we should come to know whether clothes had once been worn by people
 +of whom everything has perished except a few chips of bone and stone. It
 +was doubtless hoped that we should find a stone hat as well as a stone
 +hatchet. It was evidently anticipated that we might discover an
 +everlasting pair of trousers of the same substance as the everlasting
 +rock. But to persons of a less sanguine temperament it will be
 +immediately apparent that people might wear simple garments, or even
 +highly ornamental garments, without leaving any more traces of them than
 +these people have left. The plaiting of rushes and grasses, for
 +instance, might have become more and more elaborate without in the least
 +becoming more eternal. One civilisation might specialise in things that
 +happened to be perishable, like weaving and embroidering, and not in
 +things that happen to be more permanent, like architecture and
 +sculpture. There have been plenty of examples of such specialist
 +societies. A man of the future finding the ruins of our factory
 +machinery might as fairly say that we were acquainted with iron and with
 +no other substance; and announce the discovery that the proprietor and
 +manager of the factory undoubtedly walked about naked&mdash;or possibly wore
 +iron hats and trousers.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_45" id="page_45">{45}</a></span></p>
 +
 +<p>It is not contended here that these primitive men did wear clothes any
 +more than they did weave rushes; but merely that we have not enough
 +evidence to know whether they did or not. But it may be worth while to
 +look back for a moment at some of the very few things that we do know
 +and that they did do. If we consider them, we shall certainly not find
 +them inconsistent with such ideas as dress and decoration. We do not
 +know whether they decorated themselves; but we do know that they
 +decorated other things. We do not know whether they had embroideries,
 +and if they had, the embroideries could not be expected to have
 +remained. But we do know that they did have pictures; and the pictures
 +have remained. And there remains with them, as already suggested, the
 +testimony to something that is absolute and unique; that belongs to man
 +and to nothing else except man; that is a difference of kind and not a
 +difference of degree. A monkey does not draw clumsily and a man
 +cleverly; a monkey does not begin the art of representation and a man
 +carry it to perfection. A monkey does not do it at all; he does not
 +begin to do it at all; he does not begin to begin to do it at all. A
 +line of some kind is crossed before the first faint line can begin.</p>
 +
 +<p>Another distinguished writer, again, in commenting on the cave-drawings
 +attributed to the neolithic men of the reindeer period, said that none
 +of their pictures appeared to have any religious purpose; and he seemed
 +almost to infer that they had no religion. I can hardly imagine a
 +thinner thread of argument than this which reconstructs the very inmost
 +moods of the prehistoric mind from the fact that somebody who has
 +scrawled a few sketches on a rock, from what motive we do not know, for
 +what purpose we do not know, acting under what customs or conventions we
 +do not know, may possibly have found it easier to draw reindeers than to
 +draw religion. He may have drawn it because it was his religious symbol.
 +He<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_46" id="page_46">{46}</a></span> may have drawn it because it was not his religious symbol. He may
 +have drawn anything except his religious symbol. He may have drawn his
 +real religious symbol somewhere else; or it may have been deliberately
 +destroyed when it was drawn. He may have done or not done half a million
 +things; but in any case it is an amazing leap of logic to infer that he
 +had no religious symbol, or even to infer from his having no religious
 +symbol that he had no religion. Now this particular case happens to
 +illustrate the insecurity of these guesses very clearly. For a little
 +while afterwards, people discovered not only paintings but sculptures of
 +animals in the caves. Some of these were said to be damaged with dints
 +or holes supposed to be the marks of arrows; and the damaged images were
 +conjectured to be the remains of some magic rite of killing the beasts
 +in effigy; while the undamaged images were explained in connection with
 +another magic rite invoking fertility upon the herds. Here again there
 +is something faintly humorous about the scientific habit of having it
 +both ways. If the image is damaged it proves one superstition and if it
 +is undamaged it proves another. Here again there is a rather reckless
 +jumping to conclusions; it has hardly occurred to the speculators that a
 +crowd of hunters imprisoned in winter in a cave might conceivably have
 +aimed at a mark for fun, as a sort of primitive parlour game. But in any
 +case, if it was done out of superstition, what has become of the thesis
 +that it had nothing to do with religion? The truth is that all this
 +guesswork has nothing to do with anything. It is not half such a good
 +parlour game as shooting arrows at a carved reindeer, for it is shooting
 +them into the air.</p>
 +
 +<p>Such speculators rather tend to forget, for instance, that men in the
 +modern world also sometimes make marks in caves. When a crowd of
 +trippers is conducted through the labyrinth of the Marvellous Grotto or
 +the Magic Stalactite Cavern, it has been observed<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_47" id="page_47">{47}</a></span> that hieroglyphics
 +spring into sight where they have passed; initials and inscriptions
 +which the learned refuse to refer to any remote date. But the time will
 +come when these inscriptions will really be of remote date. And if the
 +professors of the future are anything like the professors of the
 +present, they will be able to deduce a vast number of very vivid and
 +interesting things from these cave-writings of the twentieth century. If
 +I know anything about the breed, and if they have not fallen away from
 +the full-blooded confidence of their fathers, they will be able to
 +discover the most fascinating facts about us from the initials left in
 +the Magic Grotto by ’Arry and ’Arriet, possibly in the form of two
 +intertwined A’s. From this alone they will know (1) That as the letters
 +are rudely chipped with a blunt pocket-knife, the twentieth century
 +possessed no delicate graving-tools and was unacquainted with the art of
 +sculpture. (2) That as the letters are capital letters, our civilisation
 +never evolved any small letters or anything like a running hand. (3)
 +That because initial consonants stand together in an unpronounceable
 +fashion, our language was possibly akin to Welsh or more probably of the
 +early Semitic type that ignored vowels. (4) That as the initials of
 +’Arry and ’Arriet do not in any special fashion profess to be religious
 +symbols, our civilisation possessed no religion. Perhaps the last is
 +about the nearest to the truth; for a civilisation that had religion
 +would have a little more reason.</p>
 +
 +<p>It is commonly affirmed, again, that religion grew in a very slow and
 +evolutionary manner; and even that it grew not from one cause, but from
 +a combination that might be called a coincidence. Generally speaking,
 +the three chief elements in the combination are, first, the fear of the
 +chief of the tribe (whom Mr. Wells insists on calling, with regrettable
 +familiarity, the Old Man), second, the phenomena of dreams, and third,
 +the sacrificial associations of the harvest<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_48" id="page_48">{48}</a></span> and the resurrection
 +symbolised in the growing corn. I may remark in passing that it seems to
 +me very doubtful psychology to refer one living and single spirit to
 +three dead and disconnected causes, if they were merely dead and
 +disconnected causes. Suppose Mr. Wells, in one of his fascinating novels
 +of the future, were to tell us that there would arise among men a new
 +and as yet nameless passion, of which men will dream as they dream of
 +first love, for which they will die as they die for a flag and a
 +fatherland. I think we should be a little puzzled if he told us that
 +this singular sentiment would be a combination of the habit of smoking
 +Woodbines, the increase of the income tax and the pleasure of a motorist
 +in exceeding the speed limit. We could not easily imagine this, because
 +we could not imagine any connection between the three or any common
 +feeling that could include them all. Nor could any one imagine any
 +connection between corn and dreams and an old chief with a spear, unless
 +there was already a common feeling to include them all. But if there was
 +such a common feeling it could only be the religious feeling; and these
 +things could not be the beginnings of a religious feeling that existed
 +already. I think anybody’s common sense will tell him that it is far
 +more likely that this sort of mystical sentiment did exist already; and
 +that in the light of it dreams and kings and cornfields could appear
 +mystical then, as they can appear mystical now.</p>
 +
 +<p>For the plain truth is that all this is a trick of making things seem
 +distant and dehumanised, merely by pretending not to understand things
 +that we do understand. It is like saying that prehistoric men had an
 +ugly and uncouth habit of opening their mouths wide at intervals and
 +stuffing strange substances into them, as if we had never heard of
 +eating. It is like saying that the terrible Troglodytes of the Stone Age
 +lifted alternate legs in rotation, as if we had never heard of walking.
 +If it were meant to<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_49" id="page_49">{49}</a></span> touch the mystical nerve and awaken us to the
 +wonder of walking and eating, it might be a legitimate fancy. As it is
 +here intended to kill the mystical nerve and deaden us to the wonder of
 +religion, it is irrational rubbish. It pretends to find something
 +incomprehensible in the feelings that we all comprehend. Who does <i>not</i>
 +find dreams mysterious, and feel that they lie on the dark borderland of
 +being? Who does <i>not</i> feel the death and resurrection of the growing
 +things of the earth as something near to the secret of the universe? Who
 +does <i>not</i> understand that there must always be the savour of something
 +sacred about authority and the solidarity that is the soul of the tribe?
 +If there be any anthropologist who really finds these things remote and
 +impossible to realise, we can say nothing of that scientific gentleman
 +except that he has not got so large and enlightened a mind as a
 +primitive man. To me it seems obvious that nothing but a spiritual
 +sentiment already active could have clothed these separate and diverse
 +things with sanctity. To say that religion came <i>from</i> reverencing a
 +chief or sacrificing at a harvest is to put a highly elaborate cart
 +before a really primitive horse. It is like saying that the impulse to
 +draw pictures came from the contemplation of the pictures of reindeers
 +in the cave. In other words, it is explaining painting by saying that it
 +arose out of the work of painters; or accounting for art by saying that
 +it arose out of art. It is even more like saying that the thing we call
 +poetry arose as the result of certain customs; such as that of an ode
 +being officially composed to celebrate the advent of spring; or that of
 +a young man rising at a regular hour to listen to the skylark and then
 +writing his report on a piece of paper. It is quite true that young men
 +often become poets in the spring; and it is quite true that when once
 +there are poets, no mortal power can restrain them from writing about
 +the skylark. But the poems did not exist<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_50" id="page_50">{50}</a></span> before the poets. The poetry
 +did not arise out of the poetic forms. In other words, it is hardly an
 +adequate explanation of how a thing appeared for the first time to say
 +it existed already. Similarly, we cannot say that religion arose out of
 +the religious forms, because that is only another way of saying that it
 +only arose when it existed already. It needed a certain sort of mind to
 +see that there was anything mystical about the dreams or the dead, as it
 +needed a particular sort of mind to see that there was anything poetical
 +about the skylark or the spring. That mind was presumably what we call
 +the human mind, very much as it exists to this day; for mystics still
 +meditate upon death and dreams as poets still write about spring and
 +skylarks. But there is not the faintest hint to suggest that anything
 +short of the human mind we know feels any of these mystical associations
 +at all. A cow in a field seems to derive no lyrical impulse or
 +instruction from her unrivalled opportunities for listening to the
 +skylark. And similarly there is no reason to suppose that live sheep
 +will ever begin to use dead sheep as the basis of a system of elaborate
 +ancestor-worship. It is true that in the spring a young quadruped’s
 +fancy may lightly turn to thoughts of love, but no succession of springs
 +has ever led it to turn however lightly to thoughts of literature. And
 +in the same way, while it is true that a dog has dreams, while most
 +other quadrupeds do not seem even to have that, we have waited a long
 +time for the dog to develop his dreams into an elaborate system of
 +religious ceremonial. We have waited so long that we have really ceased
 +to expect it; and we no more look to see a dog apply his dreams to
 +ecclesiastical construction than to see him examine his dreams by the
 +rules of psycho-analysis. It is obvious, in short, that for some reason
 +or other these natural experiences, and even natural excitements, never
 +do pass the line that separates them from creative expression like art
 +and religion, in any<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_51" id="page_51">{51}</a></span> creature except man. They never do, they never
 +have, and it is now to all appearance very improbable that they ever
 +will. It is not impossible, in the sense of self-contradictory, that we
 +should see cows fasting from grass every Friday or going on their knees
 +as in the old legend about Christmas Eve. It is not in that sense
 +impossible that cows should contemplate death until they can lift up a
 +sublime psalm of lamentation to the tune the old cow died of. It is not
 +in that sense impossible that they should express their hopes of a
 +heavenly career in a symbolical dance, in honour of the cow that jumped
 +over the moon. It may be that the dog will at last have laid in a
 +sufficient store of dreams to enable him to build a temple to Cerberus
 +as a sort of canine trinity. It may be that his dreams have already
 +begun to turn into visions capable of verbal expression, in some
 +revelation about the Dog Star as the spiritual home for lost dogs. These
 +things are logically possible, in the sense that it is logically
 +difficult to prove the universal negative which we call an
 +impossibility. But all that instinct for the probable, which we call
 +common sense, must long ago have told us that the animals are not to all
 +appearance evolving in that sense; and that, to say the least, we are
 +not likely to have any personal evidence of their passing from the
 +animal experience to the human experiments. But spring and death and
 +even dreams, considered merely as experiences, are their experiences as
 +much as ours. The only possible conclusion is that these experiences,
 +considered as experiences, do not generate anything like a religious
 +sense in any mind except a mind like ours. We come back to the fact of a
 +certain kind of mind as already alive and alone. It was unique and it
 +could make creeds as it could make cave-drawings. The materials for
 +religion had lain there for countless ages like the materials for
 +everything else; but the power of religion was in the mind. Man could
 +already see in these things the<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_52" id="page_52">{52}</a></span> riddles and hints and hopes that he
 +still sees in them. He could not only dream but dream about dreams. He
 +could not only see the dead but see the shadow of death; and was
 +possessed with that mysterious mystification that for ever finds death
 +incredible.</p>
 +
 +<p>It is quite true that we have even these hints chiefly about man when he
 +unmistakably appears as man. We cannot affirm this or anything else
 +about the alleged animal originally connecting man and the brutes. But
 +that is only because he is not an animal but an allegation. We cannot be
 +certain that Pithecanthropus ever worshipped, because we cannot be
 +certain that he ever lived. He is only a vision called up to fill the
 +void that does in fact yawn between the first creatures who were
 +certainly men and any other creatures that are certainly apes or other
 +animals. A few very doubtful fragments are scraped together to suggest
 +such an intermediate creature because it is required by a certain
 +philosophy; but nobody supposes that these are sufficient to establish
 +anything philosophical even in support of that philosophy. A scrap of
 +skull found in Java cannot establish anything about religion or about
 +the absence of religion. If there ever was any such ape-man, he may have
 +exhibited as much ritual in religion as a man or as much simplicity in
 +religion as an ape. He may have been a mythologist or he may have been a
 +myth. It might be interesting to inquire whether this mystical quality
 +appeared in a transition from the ape to the man, if there were really
 +any types of the transition to inquire about. In other words, the
 +missing link might or might not be mystical if he were not missing. But
 +compared with the evidence we have of real human beings, we have no
 +evidence that he was a human being or a half-human being or a being at
 +all. Even the most extreme evolutionists do not attempt to deduce any
 +evolutionary views about the origin of religion from <i>him</i>. Even in
 +trying to prove that religion grew slowly from<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_53" id="page_53">{53}</a></span> rude or irrational
 +sources, they begin their proof with the first men who were men. But
 +their own proof only proves that the men who were already men were
 +already mystics. They used the rude and irrational elements as only men
 +and mystics can use them. We come back once more to the simple truth;
 +that at some time too early for these critics to trace, a transition had
 +occurred to which bones and stones cannot in their nature bear witness;
 +and man became a living soul.</p>
 +
 +<p>Touching this matter of the origin of religion, the truth is that those
 +who are thus trying to explain it are trying to explain it away.
 +Subconsciously they feel that it looks less formidable when thus
 +lengthened out into a gradual and almost invisible process. But in fact
 +this perspective entirely falsifies the reality of experience. They
 +bring together two things that are totally different, the stray hints of
 +evolutionary origins and the solid and self-evident block of humanity,
 +and try to shift their standpoint till they see them in a single
 +foreshortened line. But it is an optical illusion. Men do not in fact
 +stand related to monkeys or missing links in any such chain as that in
 +which men stand related to men. There may have been intermediate
 +creatures whose faint traces can be found here and there in the huge
 +gap. Of these beings, if they ever existed, it may be true that they
 +were things very unlike men or men very unlike ourselves. But of
 +prehistoric men, such as those called the cave-men or the reindeer men,
 +it is not true in any sense whatever. Prehistoric men of that sort were
 +things exactly like men and men exceedingly like ourselves. They only
 +happened to be men about whom we do not know much, for the simple reason
 +that they have left no records or chronicles; but all that we do know
 +about them makes them just as human and ordinary as men in a medieval
 +manor or a Greek city.</p>
 +
 +<p>Looking from our human standpoint up the long<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_54" id="page_54">{54}</a></span> perspective of humanity,
 +we simply recognise this thing as human. If we had to recognise it as
 +animal, we should have had to recognise it as abnormal. If we chose to
 +look through the other end of the telescope, as I have done more than
 +once in these speculations, if we chose to project the human figure
 +forward out of an unhuman world, we could only say that one of the
 +animals had obviously gone mad. But seeing the thing from the right end,
 +or rather from the inside, we know it is sanity; and we know that these
 +primitive men were sane. We hail a certain human freemasonry wherever we
 +see it, in savages, in foreigners or in historical characters. For
 +instance, all we can infer from primitive legend, and all we know of
 +barbaric life, supports a certain moral and even mystical idea of which
 +the commonest symbol is clothes. For clothes are very literally
 +vestments, and man wears them because he is a priest. It is true that
 +even as an animal he is here different from the animals. Nakedness is
 +not nature to him; it is not his life but rather his death; even in the
 +vulgar sense of his death of cold. But clothes are worn for dignity or
 +decency or decoration where they are not in any way wanted for warmth.
 +It would sometimes appear that they are valued for ornament before they
 +are valued for use. It would almost always appear that they are felt to
 +have some connection with decorum. Conventions of this sort vary a great
 +deal with various times and places; and there are some who cannot get
 +over this reflection, and for whom it seems a sufficient argument for
 +letting all conventions slide. They never tire of repeating, with simple
 +wonder, that dress is different in the Cannibal Islands and in Camden
 +Town; they cannot get any further and throw up the whole idea of decency
 +in despair. They might as well say that because there have been hats of
 +a good many different shapes, and some rather eccentric shapes,
 +therefore hats do not matter or do not exist. They would<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_55" id="page_55">{55}</a></span> probably add
 +that there is no such thing as sunstroke or going bald. Men have felt
 +everywhere that certain forms were necessary to fence off and protect
 +certain private things from contempt or coarse misunderstanding; and the
 +keeping of those forms, whatever they were, made for dignity and mutual
 +respect. The fact that they mostly refer, more or less remotely, to the
 +relations of the sexes illustrates the two facts that must be put at the
 +very beginning of the record of the race. The first is the fact that
 +original sin is really original. Not merely in theology but in history
 +it is a thing rooted in the origins. Whatever else men have believed,
 +they have all believed that there is something the matter with mankind.
 +This sense of sin has made it impossible to be natural and have no
 +clothes, just as it has made it impossible to be natural and have no
 +laws. But above all it is to be found in that other fact, which is the
 +father and mother of all laws as it is itself founded on a father and
 +mother: the thing that is before all thrones and even all commonwealths.</p>
 +
 +<p>That fact is the family. Here again we must keep the enormous
 +proportions of a normal thing clear of various modifications and degrees
 +and doubts more or less reasonable, like clouds clinging about a
 +mountain. It may be that what we call the family had to fight its way
 +from or through various anarchies and aberrations; but it certainly
 +survived them and is quite as likely as not to have also preceded them.
 +As we shall see in the case of communism and nomadism, more formless
 +things could and did lie on the flank of societies that had taken a
 +fixed form; but there is nothing to show that the form did not exist
 +before the formlessness. What is vital is that form is more important
 +than formlessness; and that the material called mankind has taken this
 +form. For instance, of the rules revolving round sex, which were
 +recently mentioned, none is more curious than the savage custom commonly
 +called the <i>couvade</i>.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_56" id="page_56">{56}</a></span> That seems like a law out of topsyturvydom; by
 +which the father is treated as if he were the mother. In any case it
 +clearly involves the mystical sense of sex; but many have maintained
 +that it is really a symbolic act by which the father accepts the
 +responsibility of fatherhood. In that case that grotesque antic is
 +really a very solemn act; for it is the foundation of all we call the
 +family and all we know as human society. Some groping in these dark
 +beginnings have said that mankind was once under a matriarchy; I suppose
 +that under a matriarchy it would not be called mankind but womankind.
 +But others have conjectured that what is called matriarchy was simply
 +moral anarchy, in which the mother alone remained fixed because all the
 +fathers were fugitive and irresponsible. Then came the moment when the
 +man decided to guard and guide what he had created. So he became the
 +head of the family, not as a bully with a big club to beat women with,
 +but rather as a respectable person trying to be a responsible person.
 +Now all that might be perfectly true, and might even have been the first
 +family act, and it would still be true that man then for the first time
 +acted like a man, and therefore for the first time became fully a man.
 +But it might quite as well be true that the matriarchy or moral anarchy,
 +or whatever we call it, was only one of the hundred social dissolutions
 +or barbaric backslidings which may have occurred at intervals in
 +prehistoric as they certainly did in historic times. A symbol like the
 +<i>couvade</i>, if it was really such a symbol, may have commemorated the
 +suppression of a heresy rather than the first rise of a religion. We
 +cannot conclude with any certainty about these things, except in their
 +big results in the building of mankind, but we can say in what style the
 +bulk of it and the best of it is built. We can say that the family is
 +the unit of the state; that it is the cell that makes up the formation.
 +Round the family do indeed gather the sanctities that separate men from<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_57" id="page_57">{57}</a></span>
 +ants and bees. Decency is the curtain of that tent; liberty is the wall
 +of that city; property is but the family farm; honour is but the family
 +flag. In the practical proportions of human history, we come back to
 +that fundamental of the father and the mother and the child. It has been
 +said already that if this story cannot start with religious assumptions,
 +it must none the less start with some moral or metaphysical assumptions,
 +or no sense can be made of the story of man. And this is a very good
 +instance of that alternative necessity. If we are not of those who begin
 +by invoking a divine Trinity, we must none the less invoke a human
 +Trinity; and see that triangle repeated everywhere in the pattern of the
 +world. For the highest event in history to which all history looks
 +forward and leads up, is only something that is at once the reversal and
 +the renewal of that triangle. Or rather it is the one triangle
 +superimposed so as to intersect the other, making a sacred pentacle of
 +which, in a mightier sense than that of the magicians, the fiends are
 +afraid. The old Trinity was of father and mother and child, and is
 +called the human family. The new is of child and mother and father, and
 +has the name of the Holy Family. It is in no way altered except in being
 +entirely reversed; just as the world which it transformed was not in the
 +least different, except in being turned upside-down.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_58" id="page_58">{58}</a></span></p>
 +
 +<h3><a name="CHAPTER_III-a" id="CHAPTER_III-a"></a>CHAPTER III<br /><br />
 +THE ANTIQUITY OF CIVILISATION</h3>
 +
 +<p class="nind"><span class="smcap">The</span> modern man looking at the most ancient origins has been like a man
 +watching for daybreak in a strange land; and expecting to see that dawn
 +breaking behind bare uplands or solitary peaks. But that dawn is
 +breaking behind the black bulk of great cities long builded and lost for
 +us in the original night; colossal cities like the houses of giants, in
 +which even the carved ornamental animals are taller than the palm-trees;
 +in which the painted portrait can be twelve times the size of the man;
 +with tombs like mountains of man set four-square and pointing to the
 +stars; with winged and bearded bulls standing and staring enormous at
 +the gates of temples; standing still eternally as if a stamp would shake
 +the world. The dawn of history reveals a humanity already civilised.
 +Perhaps it reveals a civilisation already old. And among other more
 +important things, it reveals the folly of most of the generalisations
 +about the previous and unknown period when it was really young. The two
 +first human societies of which we have any reliable and detailed record
 +are Babylon and Egypt. It so happens that these two vast and splendid
 +achievements of the genius of the ancients bear witness against two of
 +the commonest and crudest assumptions of the culture of the moderns. If
 +we want to get rid of half the nonsense about nomads and cave-men and
 +the old man of the forest, we need only look steadily at the two solid
 +and stupendous facts called Egypt and Babylon.</p>
 +
 +<p>Of course most of these speculators who are talking<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_59" id="page_59">{59}</a></span> about primitive men
 +are thinking about modern savages. They prove their progressive
 +evolution by assuming that a great part of the human race has not
 +progressed or evolved; or even changed in any way at all. I do not agree
 +with their theory of change; nor do I agree with their dogma of things
 +unchangeable. I may not believe that civilised man has had so rapid and
 +recent a progress; but I cannot quite understand why uncivilised man
 +should be so mystically immortal and immutable. A somewhat simpler mode
 +of thought and speech seems to me to be needed throughout this inquiry.
 +Modern savages cannot be exactly like primitive man, because they are
 +not primitive. Modern savages are not ancient because they are modern.
 +Something has happened to their race as much as to ours, during the
 +thousands of years of our existence and endurance on the earth. They
 +have had some experiences, and have presumably acted on them if not
 +profited by them, like the rest of us. They have had some environment,
 +and even some change of environment, and have presumably adapted
 +themselves to it in a proper and decorous evolutionary manner. This
 +would be true even if the experiences were mild or the environment
 +dreary; for there is an effect in mere time when it takes the moral form
 +of monotony. But it has appeared to a good many intelligent and
 +well-informed people quite as probable that the experience of the
 +savages has been that of a decline from civilisation. Most of those who
 +criticise this view do not seem to have any very clear notion of what a
 +decline from civilisation would be like. Heaven help them, it is likely
 +enough that they will soon find out. They seem to be content if cave-men
 +and cannibal islanders have some things in common, such as certain
 +particular implements. But it is obvious on the face of it that any
 +peoples reduced for any reason to a ruder life would have some things in
 +common. If we lost all our firearms we should<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_60" id="page_60">{60}</a></span> make bows and arrows; but
 +we should not necessarily resemble in every way the first men who made
 +bows and arrows. It is said that the Russians in their great retreat
 +were so short of armament that they fought with clubs cut in the wood.
 +But a professor of the future would err in supposing that the Russian
 +Army of 1916 was a naked Scythian tribe that had never been out of the
 +wood. It is like saying that a man in his second childhood must exactly
 +copy his first. A baby is bald like an old man; but it would be an error
 +for one ignorant of infancy to infer that the baby had a long white
 +beard. Both a baby and an old man walk with difficulty; but he who shall
 +expect the old gentleman to lie on his back, and kick joyfully instead,
 +will be disappointed.</p>
 +
 +<p>It is therefore absurd to argue that the first pioneers of humanity must
 +have been identical with some of the last and most stagnant leavings of
 +it. There were almost certainly some things, there were probably many
 +things, in which the two were widely different or flatly contrary. An
 +example of the way in which this distinction works, and an example
 +essential to our argument here, is that of the nature and origin of
 +government. I have already alluded to Mr. H. G. Wells and the Old Man,
 +with whom he appears to be on such intimate terms. If we considered the
 +cold facts of prehistoric evidence for this portrait of the prehistoric
 +chief of the tribe, we could only excuse it by saying that its brilliant
 +and versatile author simply forgot for a moment that he was supposed to
 +be writing a history, and dreamed he was writing one of his own very
 +wonderful and imaginative romances. At least I cannot imagine how he can
 +possibly know that the prehistoric ruler was called the Old Man or that
 +court etiquette requires it to be spelt with capital letters. He says of
 +the same potentate, ‘No one was allowed to touch his spear or to sit in
 +his seat.’ I have difficulty in believing that anybody<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_61" id="page_61">{61}</a></span> has dug up a
 +prehistoric spear with a prehistoric label, ‘Visitors are Requested not
 +to Touch,’ or a complete throne with the inscription, ‘Reserved for the
 +Old Man.’ But it may be presumed that the writer, who can hardly be
 +supposed to be merely making up things out of his own head, was merely
 +taking for granted this very dubious parallel between the prehistoric
 +and the decivilised man. It may be that in certain savage tribes the
 +chief is called the Old Man and nobody is allowed to touch his spear or
 +sit on his seat. It may be that in those cases he is surrounded with
 +superstitious and traditional terrors; and it may be that in those
 +cases, for all I know, he is despotic and tyrannical. But there is not a
 +grain of evidence that primitive government was despotic and tyrannical.
 +It may have been, of course, for it may have been anything or even
 +nothing; it may not have existed at all. But the despotism in certain
 +dingy and decayed tribes in the twentieth century does not prove that
 +the first men were ruled despotically. It does not even suggest it; it
 +does not even begin to hint at it. If there is one fact we really can
 +prove, from the history that we really do know, it is that despotism can
 +be a development, often a late development and very often indeed the end
 +of societies that have been highly democratic. A despotism may almost be
 +defined as a tired democracy. As fatigue falls on a community, the
 +citizens are less inclined for that eternal vigilance which has truly
 +been called the price of liberty; and they prefer to arm only one single
 +sentinel to watch the city while they sleep. It is also true that they
 +sometimes needed him for some sudden and militant act of reform; it is
 +equally true that he often took advantage of being the strong man armed
 +to be a tyrant like some of the Sultans of the East. But I cannot see
 +why the Sultan should have appeared any earlier in history than many
 +other human figures. On the contrary, the strong man armed obviously<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_62" id="page_62">{62}</a></span>
 +depends upon the superiority of his armour; and armament of that sort
 +comes with more complex civilisation. One man may kill twenty with a
 +machine-gun; it is obviously less likely that he could do it with a
 +piece of flint. As for the current cant about the strongest man ruling
 +by force and fear, it is simply a nursery fairy-tale about a giant with
 +a hundred hands. Twenty men could hold down the strongest strong man in
 +any society, ancient or modern. Undoubtedly they might <i>admire</i>, in a
 +romantic and poetical sense, the man who was really the strongest; but
 +that is quite a different thing, and is as purely moral and even
 +mystical as the admiration for the purest or the wisest. But the spirit
 +that endures the mere cruelties and caprices of an established despot is
 +the spirit of an ancient and settled and probably stiffened society, not
 +the spirit of a new one. As his name implies, the Old Man is the ruler
 +of an old humanity.</p>
 +
 +<p>It is far more probable that a primitive society was something like a
 +pure democracy. To this day the comparatively simple agricultural
 +communities are by far the purest democracies. Democracy is a thing
 +which is always breaking down through the complexity of civilisation.
 +Any one who likes may state it by saying that democracy is the foe of
 +civilisation. But he must remember that some of us really prefer
 +democracy to civilisation, in the sense of preferring democracy to
 +complexity. Anyhow, peasants tilling patches of their own land in a
 +rough equality, and meeting to vote directly under a village tree, are
 +the most truly self-governing of men. It is surely as likely as not that
 +such a simple idea was found in the first condition of even simpler men.
 +Indeed the despotic vision is exaggerated, even if we do not regard the
 +men as men. Even on an evolutionary assumption of the most materialistic
 +sort, there is really no reason why men should not have had at least as
 +much camaraderie as rats or rooks. Leader<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_63" id="page_63">{63}</a></span>ship of some sort they
 +doubtless had, as have the gregarious animals; but leadership implies no
 +such irrational servility as that attributed to the superstitious
 +subjects of the Old Man. There was doubtless somebody corresponding, to
 +use Tennyson’s expression, to the many-wintered crow that leads the
 +clanging rookery home. But I fancy that if that venerable fowl began to
 +act after the fashion of some Sultans in ancient and decayed Asia, it
 +would become a very clanging rookery and the many-wintered crow would
 +not see many more winters. It may be remarked, in this connection, but
 +even among animals it would seem that something else is respected more
 +than bestial violence, if it be only the familiarity which in men is
 +called tradition or the experience which in men is called wisdom. I do
 +not know if crows really follow the oldest crow, but if they do they are
 +certainly not following the strongest crow. And I do know, in the human
 +case, that if some ritual of seniority keeps savages reverencing
 +somebody called the Old Man, then at least they have not our own servile
 +sentimental weakness for worshipping the Strong Man.</p>
 +
 +<p>It may be said then that primitive government, like primitive art and
 +religion and everything else, is very imperfectly known or rather
 +guessed at; but that it is at least as good a guess to suggest that it
 +was as popular as a Balkan or Pyrenean village as that it was as
 +capricious and secret as a Turkish divan. Both the mountain democracy
 +and the oriental palace are modern in the sense that they are still
 +there, or are some sort of growth of history; but of the two the palace
 +has much more the look of being an accumulation and a corruption, the
 +village much more the look of being a really unchanged and primitive
 +thing. But my suggestions at this point do not go beyond expressing a
 +wholesome doubt about the current assumption. I think it interesting,
 +for instance, that liberal institutions have<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_64" id="page_64">{64}</a></span> been traced even by
 +moderns back to barbarian or undeveloped states, when it happened to be
 +convenient for the support of some race or nation or philosophy. So the
 +Socialists profess that their ideal of communal property existed in very
 +early times. So the Jews are proud of the Jubilees or juster
 +redistributions under their ancient law. So the Teutonists boasted of
 +tracing parliaments and juries and various popular things among the
 +Germanic tribes of the North. So the Celtophiles and those testifying to
 +the wrongs of Ireland have pleaded the more equal justice of the clan
 +system, to which the Irish chiefs bore witness before Strongbow. The
 +strength of the case varies in the different cases; but as there is some
 +case for all of them, I suspect there is some case for the general
 +proposition that popular institutions of some sort were by no means
 +uncommon in early and simple societies. Each of these separate schools
 +were making the admission to prove a particular modern thesis; but taken
 +together they suggest a more ancient and general truth, that there was
 +something more in prehistoric councils than ferocity and fear. Each of
 +these separate theorists had his own axe to grind, but he was willing to
 +use a stone axe; and he manages to suggest that the stone axe might have
 +been as republican as the guillotine.</p>
 +
 +<p>But the truth is that the curtain rises upon the play already in
 +progress. In one sense it is a true paradox that there was history
 +before history. But it is not the irrational paradox implied in
 +prehistoric history; for it is a history we do not know. Very probably
 +it was exceedingly like the history we do know, except in the one detail
 +that we do not know it. It is thus the very opposite of the pretentious
 +prehistoric history, which professes to trace everything in a consistent
 +course from the amoeba to the anthropoid and from the anthropoid to the
 +agnostic. So far from being a question of our knowing all about queer
 +creatures very different from ourselves,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_65" id="page_65">{65}</a></span> they were very probably people
 +very like ourselves, except that we know nothing about them. In other
 +words, our most ancient records only reach back to a time when humanity
 +had long been human, and even long been civilised. The most ancient
 +records we have not only mention but take for granted things like kings
 +and priests and princes and assemblies of the people; they describe
 +communities that are roughly recognisable as communities in our own
 +sense. Some of them are despotic; but we cannot tell that they have
 +always been despotic. Some of them may be already decadent, and nearly
 +all are mentioned as if they were old. We do not know what really
 +happened in the world before those records; but the little we do know
 +would leave us anything but astonished if we learnt that it was very
 +much like what happens in this world now. There would be nothing
 +inconsistent or confounding about the discovery that those unknown ages
 +were full of republics collapsing under monarchies and rising again as
 +republics, empires expanding and finding colonies and then losing
 +colonies, kingdoms combining again into world-states and breaking up
 +again into small nationalities, classes selling themselves into slavery
 +and marching out once more into liberty; all that procession of humanity
 +which may or may not be a progress but is most assuredly a romance. But
 +the first chapters of the romance have been torn out of the book; and we
 +shall never read them.</p>
 +
 +<p>It is so also with the more special fancy about evolution and social
 +stability. According to the real records available, barbarism and
 +civilisation were not successive stages in the progress of the world.
 +They were conditions that existed side by side, as they still exist side
 +by side. There were civilisations then as there are civilisations now;
 +there are savages now as there were savages then. It is suggested that
 +all men passed through a nomadic stage; but it is certain that there are
 +some who have never passed<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_66" id="page_66">{66}</a></span> out of it, and it seems not unlikely that
 +there were some who never passed into it. It is probable that from very
 +primitive times the static tiller of the soil and the wandering shepherd
 +were two distinct types of men; and the chronological rearrangement of
 +them is but a mark of that mania for progressive stages that has largely
 +falsified history. It is suggested that there was a communist stage, in
 +which private property was everywhere unknown, a whole humanity living
 +on the negation of property; but the evidences of this negation are
 +themselves rather negative. Redistributions of property, jubilees, and
 +agrarian laws occur at various intervals and in various forms; but that
 +humanity inevitably passed through a communist stage seems as doubtful
 +as the parallel proposition that humanity will inevitably return to it.
 +It is chiefly interesting as evidence that the boldest plans for the
 +future invoke the authority of the past; and that even a revolutionary
 +seeks to satisfy himself that he is also a reactionary. There is an
 +amusing parallel example in the case of what is called feminism. In
 +spite of all the pseudo-scientific gossip about marriage by capture and
 +the cave-man beating the cave-woman with a club, it may be noted that as
 +soon as feminism became a fashionable cry, it was insisted that human
 +civilisation in its first stage had been a matriarchy. Apparently it was
 +the cave-woman who carried the club. Anyhow all these ideas are little
 +better than guesses; and they have a curious way of following the
 +fortune of modern theories and fads. In any case they are not history in
 +the sense of record; and we may repeat that when it comes to record, the
 +broad truth is that barbarism and civilisation have always dwelt side by
 +side in the world, the civilisation sometimes spreading to absorb the
 +barbarians, sometimes decaying into relative barbarism, and in almost
 +all cases possessing in a more finished form certain ideas and
 +institutions which the barbarians possess in a ruder<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_67" id="page_67">{67}</a></span> form; such as
 +government or social authority, the arts and especially the decorative
 +arts, mysteries and taboos of various kinds especially surrounding the
 +matter of sex, and some form of that fundamental thing which is the
 +chief concern of this inquiry: the thing that we call religion.</p>
 +
 +<p>Now Egypt and Babylon, those two primeval monsters, might in this matter
 +have been specially provided as models. They might almost be called
 +working models to show how these modern theories do not work. The two
 +great truths we know about these two great cultures happen to contradict
 +flatly the two current fallacies which have just been considered. The
 +story of Egypt might have been invented to point the moral that man does
 +not necessarily begin with despotism because he is barbarous, but very
 +often finds his way to despotism because he is civilised. He finds it
 +because he is experienced; or, what is often much the same thing,
 +because he is exhausted. And the story of Babylon might have been
 +invented to point the moral that man need not be a nomad or a communist
 +before he becomes a peasant or a citizen; and that such cultures are not
 +always in successive stages but often in contemporary states. Even
 +touching these great civilisations with which our written history
 +begins, there is a temptation of course to be too ingenious or too
 +cocksure. We can read the bricks of Babylon in a very different sense
 +from that in which we guess about the Cup and Ring stones; and we do
 +definitely know what is meant by the animals in the Egyptian
 +hieroglyphic as we know nothing of the animals in the neolithic cave.
 +But even here the admirable archeologists who have deciphered line after
 +line of miles of hieroglyphics may be tempted to read too much between
 +the lines; even the real authority on Babylon may forget how fragmentary
 +is his hard-won knowledge; may forget that Babylon has only heaved half
 +a brick at him, though half a brick is<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_68" id="page_68">{68}</a></span> better than no cuneiform. But
 +some truths, historic and not prehistoric, dogmatic and not
 +evolutionary, facts and not fancies, do indeed emerge from Egypt and
 +Babylon; and these two truths are among them.</p>
 +
 +<p>Egypt is a green ribbon along the river edging the dark red desolation
 +of the desert. It is a proverb, and one of vast antiquity, that it is
 +created by the mysterious bounty and almost sinister benevolence of the
 +Nile. When we first hear of Egyptians they are living as in a string of
 +river-side villages, in small and separate but co-operative communities
 +along the bank of the Nile. Where the river branched into the broad
 +Delta there was traditionally the beginning of a somewhat different
 +district or people; but this need not complicate the main truth. These
 +more or less independent though interdependent peoples were considerably
 +civilised already. They had a sort of heraldry; that is, decorative art
 +used for symbolic and social purposes; each sailing the Nile under its
 +own ensign representing some bird or animal. Heraldry involves two
 +things of enormous importance to normal humanity; the combination of the
 +two making that noble thing called co-operation; on which rest all
 +peasantries and peoples that are free. The art of heraldry means
 +independence; an image chosen by the imagination to express the
 +individuality. The science of heraldry means interdependence; an
 +agreement between different bodies to recognise different images; a
 +science of imagery. We have here therefore exactly that compromise of
 +co-operation between free families or groups which is the most normal
 +mode of life for humanity and is particularly apparent wherever men own
 +their own land and live on it. With the very mention of the images of
 +bird and beast the student of mythology will murmur the word ‘totem’
 +almost in his sleep. But to my mind much of the trouble arises from his
 +habit of saying such words as if in his sleep. Throughout this rough
 +outline I have made a necessarily inadequate<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_69" id="page_69">{69}</a></span> attempt to keep on the
 +inside rather than the outside of such things; to consider them where
 +possible in terms of thought and not merely in terms of terminology.
 +There is very little value in talking about totems unless we have some
 +feeling of what it really felt like to have a totem. Granted that they
 +had totems and we have no totems; was it because they had more fear of
 +animals or more familiarity with animals? Did a man whose totem was a
 +wolf feel like a were-wolf or like a man running away from a were-wolf?
 +Did he feel like Uncle Remus about Brer Wolf or like St. Francis about
 +his brother the wolf, or like Mowgli about his brothers the wolves? Was
 +a totem a thing like the British lion or a thing like the British
 +bulldog? Was the worship of a totem like the feeling of niggers about
 +Mumbo Jumbo, or of children about Jumbo? I have never read any book of
 +folk-lore, however learned, that gave me any light upon this question,
 +which I think by far the most important one. I will confine myself to
 +repeating that the earliest Egyptian communities had a common
 +understanding about the images that stood for their individual states;
 +and that this amount of communication is prehistoric in the sense that
 +it is already there at the beginning of history. But as history unfolds
 +itself, this question of communication is clearly the main question of
 +these riverside communities. With the need of communication comes the
 +need of a common government and the growing greatness and spreading
 +shadow of the king. The other binding force besides the king, and
 +perhaps older than the king, is the priesthood; and the priesthood has
 +presumably even more to do with these ritual symbols and signals by
 +which men can communicate. And here in Egypt arose probably the primary
 +and certainly the typical invention to which we owe all history, and the
 +whole difference between the historic and the prehistoric: the
 +archetypal script, the art of writing.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_70" id="page_70">{70}</a></span></p>
 +
 +<p>The popular pictures of these primeval empires are not half so popular
 +as they might be. There is shed over them the shadow of an exaggerated
 +gloom, more than the normal and even healthy sadness of heathen men. It
 +is part of the same sort of secret pessimism that loves to make
 +primitive man a crawling creature, whose body is filth and whose soul is
 +fear. It comes of course from the fact that men are moved most by their
 +religion; especially when it is irreligion. For them anything primary
 +and elemental must be evil. But it is the curious consequence that while
 +we have been deluged with the wildest experiments in primitive romance,
 +they have all missed the real romance of being primitive. They have
 +described scenes that are wholly imaginary, in which the men of the
 +Stone Age are men of stone like walking statues; in which the Assyrians
 +or Egyptians are as stiff or as painted as their own most archaic art.
 +But none of these makers of imaginary scenes have tried to imagine what
 +it must really have been like to see those things as fresh which we see
 +as familiar. They have not seen a man discovering fire like a child
 +discovering fireworks. They have not seen a man playing with the
 +wonderful invention called the wheel, like a boy playing at putting up a
 +wireless station. They have never put the spirit of youth into their
 +descriptions of the youth of the world. It follows that amid all their
 +primitive or prehistoric fancies there are no jokes. There are not even
 +practical jokes, in connection with the practical inventions. And this
 +is very sharply defined in the particular case of hieroglyphics; for
 +there seems to be serious indication that the whole high human art of
 +scripture or writing began with a joke.</p>
 +
 +<p>There are some who will learn with regret that it seems to have begun
 +with a pun. The king or the priests or some responsible persons, wishing
 +to send a message up the river in that inconveniently long and narrow
 +territory, hit on the idea of sending it in<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_71" id="page_71">{71}</a></span> picture-writing, like that
 +of the Red Indian. Like most people who have written picture-writing for
 +fun, he found the words did not always fit. But when the word for taxes
 +sounded rather like the word for pig, he boldly put down a pig as a bad
 +pun and chanced it. So a modern hieroglyphist might represent ‘at once’
 +by unscrupulously drawing a hat followed by a series of upright
 +numerals. It was good enough for the Pharaohs and ought to be good
 +enough for him. But it must have been great fun to write or even to read
 +these messages, when writing and reading were really a new thing. And if
 +people must write romances about ancient Egypt (and it seems that
 +neither prayers nor tears nor curses can withhold them from the habit),
 +I suggest that scenes like this would really remind us that the ancient
 +Egyptians were human beings. I suggest that somebody should describe the
 +scene of the great monarch sitting among his priests, and all of them
 +roaring with laughter and bubbling over with suggestions as the royal
 +puns grew more and more wild and indefensible. There might be another
 +scene of almost equal excitement about the decoding of this cipher; the
 +guesses and clues and discoveries having all the popular thrill of a
 +detective story. That is how primitive romance and primitive history
 +really ought to be written. For whatever was the quality of the
 +religious or moral life of remote times, and it was probably much more
 +human than is conventionally supposed, the scientific interest of such a
 +time must have been intense. Words must have been more wonderful than
 +wireless telegraphy; and experiments with common things a series of
 +electric shocks. We are still waiting for somebody to write a lively
 +story of primitive life. The point is in some sense a parenthesis here;
 +but it is connected with the general matter of political development, by
 +the institution which is most active in these first and most fascinating
 +of all the fairy-tales of science.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_72" id="page_72">{72}</a></span></p>
 +
 +<p>It is admitted that we owe most of this science to the priests. Modern
 +writers like Mr. Wells cannot be accused of any weakness of sympathy
 +with a pontifical hierarchy; but they agree at least in recognising what
 +pagan priesthoods did for the arts and sciences. Among the more ignorant
 +of the enlightened there was indeed a convention of saying that priests
 +had obstructed progress in all ages; and a politician once told me in a
 +debate that I was resisting modern reforms exactly as some ancient
 +priest probably resisted the discovery of wheels. I pointed out, in
 +reply, that it was far more likely that the ancient priest made the
 +discovery of the wheels. It is overwhelmingly probable that the ancient
 +priest had a great deal to do with the discovery of the art of writing.
 +It is obvious enough in the fact that the very word hieroglyphic is akin
 +to the word hierarchy. The religion of these priests was apparently a
 +more or less tangled polytheism of a type that is more particularly
 +described elsewhere. It passed through a period when it co-operated with
 +the king, another period when it was temporarily destroyed by the king,
 +who happened to be a prince with a private theism of his own, and a
 +third period when it practically destroyed the king and ruled in his
 +stead. But the world has to thank it for many things which it considers
 +common and necessary; and the creators of those common things ought
 +really to have a place among the heroes of humanity. If we were at rest
 +in a real paganism, instead of being restless in a rather irrational
 +reaction from Christianity, we might pay some sort of pagan honour to
 +these nameless makers of mankind. We might have veiled statues of the
 +man who first found fire or the man who first made a boat or the man who
 +first tamed a horse. And if we brought them garlands or sacrifices,
 +there would be more sense in it than in disfiguring our cities with
 +cockney statues of stale politicians and philanthropists. But one of
 +the<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_73" id="page_73">{73}</a></span> strange marks of the strength of Christianity is that, since it
 +came, no pagan in our civilisation has been able to be really human.</p>
 +
 +<p>The point is here, however, that the Egyptian government, whether
 +pontifical or royal, found it more and more necessary to establish
 +communication; and there always went with communication a certain
 +element of coercion. It is not necessarily an indefensible thing that
 +the State grew more despotic as it grew more civilised; it is arguable
 +that it had to grow more despotic in order to grow more civilised. That
 +is the argument for autocracy in every age; and the interest lies in
 +seeing it illustrated in the earliest age. But it is emphatically not
 +true that it was most despotic in the earliest age and grew more liberal
 +in a later age; the practical process of history is exactly the reverse.
 +It is not true that the tribe began in the extreme of terror of the Old
 +Man and his seat and spear; it is probable, at least in Egypt, that the
 +Old Man was rather a New Man armed to attack new conditions. His spear
 +grew longer and longer and his throne rose higher and higher, as Egypt
 +rose into a complex and complete civilisation. That is what I mean by
 +saying that the history of the Egyptian territory is in this the history
 +of the earth; and directly denies the vulgar assumption that terrorism
 +can only come at the beginning and cannot come at the end. We do not
 +know what was the very first condition of the more or less feudal
 +amalgam of landowners, peasants, and slaves in the little commonwealths
 +beside the Nile; but it may have been a peasantry of an even more
 +popular sort. What we do know is that it was by experience and education
 +that little commonwealths lose their liberty; that absolute sovereignty
 +is something not merely ancient but rather relatively modern; and it is
 +at the end of the path called progress that men return to the king.</p>
 +
 +<p>Egypt exhibits, in that brief record of its remotest<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_74" id="page_74">{74}</a></span> beginnings, the
 +primary problem of liberty and civilisation. It is the fact that men
 +actually lose variety by complexity. We have not solved the problem
 +properly any more than they did; but it vulgarises the human dignity of
 +the problem itself to suggest that even tyranny has no motive save in
 +tribal terror. And just as the Egyptian example refutes the fallacy
 +about despotism and civilisation, so does the Babylonian example refute
 +the fallacy about civilisation and barbarism. Babylon also we first hear
 +of when it is already civilised; for the simple reason that we cannot
 +hear of anything until it is educated enough to talk. It talks to us in
 +what is called cuneiform; that strange and stiff triangular symbolism
 +that contrasts with the picturesque alphabet of Egypt. However
 +relatively rigid Egyptian art may be, there is always something
 +different from the Babylonian spirit which was too rigid to have any
 +art. There is always a living grace in the lines of the lotus and
 +something of rapidity as well as rigidity in the movement of the arrows
 +and the birds. Perhaps there is something of the restrained but living
 +curve of the river, which makes us in talking of the serpent of old Nile
 +almost think of the Nile as a serpent. Babylon was a civilisation of
 +diagrams rather than of drawings. Mr. W. B. Yeats, who has a historical
 +imagination to match his mythological imagination (and indeed the former
 +is impossible without the latter), wrote truly of the men who watched
 +the stars ‘from their pedantic Babylon.’ The cuneiform was cut upon
 +bricks, of which all their architecture was built up; the bricks were of
 +baked mud, and perhaps the material had something in it forbidding the
 +sense of form to develop in sculpture or relief. Theirs was a static but
 +a scientific civilisation, far advanced in the machinery of life and in
 +some ways highly modern. It is said that they had much of the modern
 +cult of the higher spinsterhood and recognised an official class of
 +independent working<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_75" id="page_75">{75}</a></span> women. There is perhaps something in that mighty
 +stronghold of hardened mud that suggests the utilitarian activity of a
 +huge hive. But though it was huge it was human; we see many of the same
 +social problems as in ancient Egypt or modern England; and whatever its
 +evils this also was one of the earliest masterpieces of man. It stood,
 +of course, in the triangle formed by the almost legendary rivers of
 +Tigris and Euphrates, and the vast agriculture of its empire, on which
 +its towns depended, was perfected by a highly scientific system of
 +canals. It had by tradition a high intellectual life, though rather
 +philosophic than artistic; and there preside over its primal foundation
 +those figures who have come to stand for the star-gazing wisdom of
 +antiquity; the teachers of Abraham; the Chaldees.</p>
 +
 +<p>Against this solid society, as against some vast bare wall of brick,
 +there surged age after age the nameless armies of the Nomads. They came
 +out of the deserts where the nomadic life had been lived from the
 +beginning and where it is still lived to-day. It is needless to dwell on
 +the nature of that life; it was obvious enough and even easy enough to
 +follow a herd or a flock which generally found its own grazing-ground
 +and to live on the milk or meat it provided. Nor is there any reason to
 +doubt that this habit of life could give almost every human thing except
 +a home. Many such shepherds or herdsmen may have talked in the earliest
 +times of all the truths and enigmas of the Book of Job; and of these
 +were Abraham and his children, who have given to the modern world for an
 +endless enigma the almost monomaniac monotheism of the Jews. But they
 +were a wild people without comprehension of complex social organisation;
 +and a spirit like the wind within them made them wage war on it again
 +and again. The history of Babylonia is largely the history of its
 +defence against the desert hordes; who came on at intervals of a century
 +or two and generally retreated<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_76" id="page_76">{76}</a></span> as they came. Some say that an admixture
 +of nomad invasion built at Nineveh the arrogant kingdom of the
 +Assyrians, who carved great monsters upon their temples, bearded bulls
 +with wings like cherubim, and who sent forth many military conquerors
 +who stamped the world as if with such colossal hooves. Assyria was an
 +imperial interlude; but it was an interlude. The main story of all that
 +land is the war between the wandering peoples and the state that was
 +truly static. Presumably in prehistoric times, and certainly in historic
 +times, those wanderers went westward to waste whatever they could find.
 +The last time they came they found Babylon vanished; but that was in
 +historic times and the name of their leader was Mahomet.</p>
 +
 +<p>Now it is worth while to pause upon that story because, as has been
 +suggested, it directly contradicts the impression still current that
 +nomadism is merely a prehistoric thing and social settlement a
 +comparatively recent thing. There is nothing to show that the
 +Babylonians had ever wandered; there is very little to show that the
 +tribes of the desert ever settled down. Indeed it is probable that this
 +notion of a nomadic stage followed by a static stage has already been
 +abandoned by the sincere and genuine scholars to whose researches we all
 +owe so much. But I am not at issue in this book with sincere and genuine
 +scholars, but with a vast and vague public opinion which has been
 +prematurely spread from certain imperfect investigations, and which has
 +made fashionable a false notion of the whole history of humanity. It is
 +the whole vague notion that a monkey evolved into a man and in the same
 +way a barbarian evolved into a civilised man, and therefore at every
 +stage we have to look back to barbarism and forward to civilisation.
 +Unfortunately this notion is in a double sense entirely in the air. It
 +is an atmosphere in which men live rather than a thesis which they
 +defend. Men in that mood are more easily answered by objects<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_77" id="page_77">{77}</a></span> than by
 +theories; and it will be well if any one tempted to make that
 +assumption, in some trivial turn of talk or writing, can be checked for
 +a moment by shutting his eyes and seeing for an instant, vast and
 +vaguely crowded, like a populous precipice, the wonder of the Babylonian
 +wall.</p>
 +
 +<p>One fact does certainly fall across us like its shadow. Our glimpses of
 +both these early empires show that the first domestic relation had been
 +complicated by something which was less human, but was often regarded as
 +equally domestic. The dark giant called Slavery had been called up like
 +a genii and was labouring on gigantic works of brick and stone. Here
 +again we must not too easily assume that what was backward was barbaric;
 +in the matter of manumission the earlier servitude seems in some ways
 +more liberal than the later; perhaps more liberal than the servitude of
 +the future. To insure food for humanity by forcing part of it to work
 +was after all a very human expedient; which is why it will probably be
 +tried again. But in one sense there is a significance in the old
 +slavery. It stands for one fundamental fact about all antiquity before
 +Christ; something to be assumed from first to last. It is the
 +insignificance of the individual before the State. It was as true of the
 +most democratic City State in Hellas as of any despotism in Babylon. It
 +is one of the signs of this spirit that a whole class of individuals
 +could be insignificant or even invisible. It must be normal because it
 +was needed for what would now be called ‘social service.’ Somebody said,
 +‘The Man is nothing and the Work is all,’ meaning it for a breezy
 +Carlylean commonplace. It was the sinister motto of the heathen Servile
 +State. In that sense there is truth in the traditional vision of vast
 +pillars and pyramids going up under those everlasting skies for ever, by
 +the labour of numberless and nameless men, toiling like ants and dying
 +like flies, wiped out by the work of their own hands.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_78" id="page_78">{78}</a></span></p>
 +
 +<p>But there are two other reasons for beginning with the two fixed points
 +of Egypt and Babylon. For one thing they are fixed in tradition as the
 +types of antiquity; and history without tradition is dead. Babylon is
 +still the burden of a nursery rhyme, and Egypt (with its enormous
 +population of princesses awaiting reincarnation) is still the topic of
 +an unnecessary number of novels. But a tradition is generally a truth;
 +so long as the tradition is sufficiently popular; even if it is almost
 +vulgar. And there is a significance in this Babylonian and Egyptian
 +element in nursery rhymes and novels; even the newspapers, normally so
 +much behind the times, have already got as far as the reign of
 +Tutankhamen. The first reason is full of the common sense of popular
 +legend; it is the simple fact that we do know more of these traditional
 +things than of other contemporary things; and that we always did. All
 +travellers from Herodotus to Lord Carnarvon follow this route.
 +Scientific speculations of to-day do indeed spread out a map of the
 +whole primitive world, with streams of racial emigration or admixture
 +marked in dotted lines everywhere; over spaces which the unscientific
 +medieval map-maker would have been content to call ‘terra incognita,’ if
 +he did not fill the inviting blank with a picture of a dragon, to
 +indicate the probable reception given to pilgrims. But these
 +speculations are only speculations at the best; and at the worst the
 +dotted lines can be far more fabulous than the dragon.</p>
 +
 +<p>There is unfortunately one fallacy here into which it is very easy for
 +men to fall, even those who are most intelligent and perhaps especially
 +those who are most imaginative. It is the fallacy of supposing that
 +because an idea is greater in the sense of larger, therefore it is
 +greater in the sense of more fundamental and fixed and certain. If a man
 +lives alone in a straw hut in the middle of Thibet, he may be told that
 +he is living in the Chinese Empire; and the<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_79" id="page_79">{79}</a></span> Chinese Empire is certainly
 +a splendid and spacious and impressive thing. Or alternatively he may be
 +told that he is living in the British Empire, and be duly impressed. But
 +the curious thing is that in certain mental states he can feel much more
 +certain about the Chinese Empire that he cannot see than about the straw
 +hut that he can see. He has some strange magical juggle in his mind, by
 +which his argument begins with the empire though his experience begins
 +with the hut. Sometimes he goes mad and appears to be proving that a
 +straw hut cannot exist in the domains of the Dragon Throne; that it is
 +impossible for such a civilisation as he enjoys to contain such a hovel
 +as he inhabits. But his insanity arises from the intellectual slip of
 +supposing that because China is a large and all-embracing hypothesis,
 +therefore it is something more than a hypothesis. Now modern people are
 +perpetually arguing in this way; and they extend it to things much less
 +real and certain than the Chinese Empire. They seem to forget, for
 +instance, that a man is not even certain of the Solar System as he is
 +certain of the South Downs. The Solar System is a deduction, and
 +doubtless a true deduction; but the point is that it is a very vast and
 +far-reaching deduction, and therefore he forgets that it is a deduction
 +at all and treats it as a first principle. He <i>might</i> discover that the
 +whole calculation is a miscalculation; and the sun and stars and street
 +lamps would look exactly the same. But he has forgotten that it is a
 +calculation, and is almost ready to contradict the sun if it does not
 +fit into the Solar System. If this is a fallacy even in the case of
 +facts pretty well ascertained, such as the Solar System and the Chinese
 +Empire, it is an even more devastating fallacy in connection with
 +theories and other things that are not really ascertained at all. Thus
 +history, especially prehistoric history, has a horrible habit of
 +beginning with certain generalisations about races. I will not describe
 +the disorder<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_80" id="page_80">{80}</a></span> and misery this inversion has produced in modern politics.
 +Because the race is vaguely supposed to have produced the nation, men
 +talk as if the nation were something vaguer than the race. Because they
 +have themselves invented a reason to explain a result, they almost deny
 +the result in order to justify the reason. They first treat a Celt as an
 +axiom and then treat an Irishman as an inference. And then they are
 +surprised that a great fighting, roaring Irishman is angry at being
 +treated as an inference. They cannot see that the Irish are Irish
 +whether or no they are Celtic, whether or no there ever were any Celts.
 +And what misleads them once more is the <i>size</i> of the theory; the sense
 +that the fancy is bigger than the fact. A great scattered Celtic race is
 +supposed to contain the Irish, so of course the Irish must depend for
 +their very existence upon it. The same confusion, of course, has
 +eliminated the English and the Germans by swamping them in the Teutonic
 +race; and some tried to prove from the races being at one that the
 +nations could not be at war. But I only give these vulgar and hackneyed
 +examples in passing, as more familiar examples of the fallacy; the
 +matter at issue here is not its application to these modern things but
 +rather to the most ancient things. But the more remote and unrecorded
 +was the racial problem, the more fixed was this curious inverted
 +certainty in the Victorian man of science. To this day it gives a man of
 +those scientific traditions the same sort of shock to question these
 +things, which were only the last inferences when he turned them into
 +first principles. He is still more certain that he is an Aryan even than
 +that he is an Anglo-Saxon, just as he is more certain that he is an
 +Anglo-Saxon than that he is an Englishman. He has never really
 +discovered that he is a European. But he has never doubted that he is an
 +Indo-European. These Victorian theories have shifted a great deal in
 +their shape and scope; but this habit of a rapid hardening of a<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_81" id="page_81">{81}</a></span>
 +hypothesis into a theory, and of a theory into an assumption, has hardly
 +yet gone out of fashion. People cannot easily get rid of the mental
 +confusion of feeling that the foundations of history must surely be
 +secure; that the first steps must be safe; that the biggest
 +generalisation must be obvious. But though the contradiction may seem to
 +them a paradox, this is the very contrary of the truth. It is the large
 +thing that is secret and invisible; it is the small thing that is
 +evident and enormous.</p>
 +
 +<p>Every race on the face of the earth has been the subject of these
 +speculations, and it is impossible even to suggest an outline of the
 +subject. But if we take the European race alone, its history, or rather
 +its prehistory, has undergone many retrospective revolutions in the
 +short period of my own lifetime. It used to be called the Caucasian
 +race; and I read in childhood an account of its collision with the
 +Mongolian race; it was written by Bret Harte and opened with the query,
 +‘Or is the Caucasian played out?’ Apparently the Caucasian was played
 +out, for in a very short time he had been turned into the Indo-European
 +man; sometimes, I regret to say, proudly presented as the Indo-Germanic
 +man. It seems that the Hindu and the German have similar words for
 +mother or father; there were other similarities between Sanskrit and
 +various Western tongues; and with that all superficial differences
 +between a Hindu and a German seemed suddenly to disappear. Generally
 +this composite person was more conveniently described as the Aryan, and
 +the really important point was that he had marched westward out of those
 +high lands of India where fragments of his language could still be
 +found. When I read this as a child, I had the fancy that after all the
 +Aryan need not have marched westward and left his language behind him;
 +he might also have marched eastward and taken his language with him. If
 +I were to read it now, I should content myself with confessing my<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_82" id="page_82">{82}</a></span>
 +ignorance of the whole matter. But as a matter of fact I have great
 +difficulty in reading it now, because it is not being written now. It
 +looks as if the Aryan is also played out. Anyhow he has not merely
 +changed his name but changed his address; his starting-place and his
 +route of travel. One new theory maintains that our race did not come to
 +its present home from the East but from the South. Some say the
 +Europeans did not come from Asia but from Africa. Some have even had the
 +wild idea that the Europeans came from Europe; or rather that they never
 +left it.</p>
 +
 +<p>Then there is a certain amount of evidence of a more or less prehistoric
 +pressure from the North, such as that which seems to have brought the
 +Greeks to inherit the Cretan culture and so often brought the Gauls over
 +the hills into the fields of Italy. But I merely mention this example of
 +European ethnology to point out that the learned have pretty well boxed
 +the compass by this time; and that I, who am not one of the learned,
 +cannot pretend for a moment to decide where such doctors disagree. But I
 +can use my own common sense, and I sometimes fancy that theirs is a
 +little rusty from want of use. The first act of common sense is to
 +recognise the difference between a cloud and a mountain. And I will
 +affirm that nobody knows any of these things, in the sense that we all
 +know of the existence of the Pyramids of Egypt.</p>
 +
 +<p>The truth, it may be repeated, is that what we really see, as distinct
 +from what we may reasonably guess, in this earliest phase of history is
 +darkness covering the earth and great darkness the peoples, with a light
 +or two gleaming here and there on chance patches of humanity; and that
 +two of these flames do burn upon two of these tall primeval towns; upon
 +the high terraces of Babylon and the huge pyramids of the Nile. There
 +are indeed other ancient lights, or lights that may be conjectured to be
 +very ancient,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_83" id="page_83">{83}</a></span> in very remote parts of that vast wilderness of night.
 +Far away to the East there is a high civilisation of vast antiquity in
 +China; there are the remains of civilisations in Mexico and South
 +America and other places, some of them apparently so high in
 +civilisation as to have reached the most refined forms of devil-worship.
 +But the difference lies in the element of tradition; the tradition of
 +these lost cultures has been broken off, and though the tradition of
 +China still lives, it is doubtful whether we know anything about it.
 +Moreover, a man trying to measure the Chinese antiquity has to use
 +Chinese traditions of measurement; and he has a strange sensation of
 +having passed into another world under other laws of time and space.
 +Time is telescoped outwards, and centuries assume the slow and stiff
 +movement of aeons; the white man trying to see it as the yellow man
 +sees, feels as if his head were turning round and wonders wildly whether
 +it is growing a pigtail. Anyhow he cannot take in a scientific sense
 +that queer perspective that leads up to the primeval pagoda of the first
 +of the Sons of Heaven. He is in the real antipodes; the only true
 +alternative world to Christendom; and he is after a fashion walking
 +upside down. I have spoken of the medieval map-maker and his dragon; but
 +what medieval traveller, however much interested in monsters, would
 +expect to find a country where a dragon is a benevolent and amiable
 +being? Of the more serious side of Chinese tradition something will be
 +said in another connection; but here I am only talking of tradition and
 +the test of antiquity. And I only mention China as an antiquity that is
 +not for us reached by a bridge of tradition; and Babylon and Egypt as
 +antiquities that are. Herodotus is a human being, in a sense in which a
 +Chinaman in a billycock hat, sitting opposite to us in a London
 +tea-shop, is hardly human. We feel as if we knew what David and Isaiah
 +felt like, in a way in which we never were quite certain what<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_84" id="page_84">{84}</a></span> Li Hung
 +Chang felt like. The very sins that snatched away Helen or Bathsheba
 +have passed into a proverb of private human weakness, of pathos and even
 +of pardon. The very virtues of the Chinaman have about them something
 +terrifying. This is the difference made by the destruction or
 +preservation of a continuous historical inheritance; as from ancient
 +Egypt to modern Europe. But when we ask what was that world that we
 +inherit, and why those particular people and places seem to belong to
 +it, we are led to the central fact of civilised history.</p>
 +
 +<p>That centre was the Mediterranean; which was not so much a piece of
 +water as a world. But it was a world with something of the character of
 +such a water; for it became more and more a place of unification in
 +which the streams of strange and very diverse cultures met. The Nile and
 +the Tiber alike flow into the Mediterranean; so did the Egyptian and the
 +Etrurian alike contribute to a Mediterranean civilisation. The glamour
 +of the great sea spread indeed very far inland, and the unity was felt
 +among the Arabs alone in the deserts and the Gauls beyond the northern
 +hills. But the gradual building up of a common culture running round all
 +the coasts of this inner sea is the main business of antiquity. As will
 +be seen, it was sometimes a bad business as well as a good business. In
 +that <i>orbis terrarum</i> or circle of lands there were the extremes of evil
 +and of piety, there were contrasted races and still more contrasted
 +religions. It was the scene of an endless struggle between Asia and
 +Europe from the flight of the Persian ships at Salamis to the flight of
 +the Turkish ships at Lepanto. It was the scene, as will be more
 +especially suggested later, of a supreme spiritual struggle between the
 +two types of paganism, confronting each other in the Latin and the
 +Phoenician cities; in the Roman forum and the Punic mart. It was the
 +world of war and peace, the world of good and evil, the world of all
 +that matters most; with all<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_85" id="page_85">{85}</a></span> respect to the Aztecs and the Mongols of
 +the Far East, they did not matter as the Mediterranean tradition
 +mattered and still matters. Between it and the Far East there were, of
 +course, interesting cults and conquests of various kinds, more or less
 +in touch with it, and in proportion as they were so intelligible also to
 +us. The Persians came riding in to make an end of Babylon; and we are
 +told in a Greek story how these barbarians learned to draw the bow and
 +tell the truth. Alexander the great Greek marched with his Macedonians
 +into the sunrise, and brought back strange birds coloured like the
 +sunrise clouds and strange flowers and jewels from the gardens and
 +treasuries of nameless kings. Islam went eastward into that world and
 +made it partly imaginable to us; precisely because Islam itself was born
 +in that circle of lands that fringed our own ancient and ancestral sea.
 +In the Middle Ages the empire of the Moguls increased its majesty
 +without losing its mystery; the Tartars conquered China and the Chinese
 +apparently took very little notice of them. All these things are
 +interesting in themselves; but it is impossible to shift the centre of
 +gravity to the inland spaces of Asia from the inland sea of Europe. When
 +all is said, if there were nothing in the world but what was said and
 +done and written and built in the lands lying round the Mediterranean,
 +it would still be in all the most vital and valuable things the world in
 +which we live. When that southern culture spread to the north-west it
 +produced many very wonderful things; of which doubtless we ourselves are
 +the most wonderful. When it spread thence to colonies and new countries,
 +it was still the same culture so long as it was culture at all. But
 +round that little sea like a lake were the things themselves, apart from
 +all extensions and echoes and commentaries on the things; the Republic
 +and the Church; the Bible and the heroic epics; Islam and Israel and the
 +memories of the lost empires; Aristotle and the<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_86" id="page_86">{86}</a></span> measure of all things.
 +It is because the first light upon <i>this</i> world is really light, the
 +daylight in which we are still walking to-day, and not merely the
 +doubtful visitation of strange stars, that I have begun here with noting
 +where that light first falls on the towered cities of the eastern
 +Mediterranean.</p>
 +
 +<p>But though Babylon and Egypt have thus a sort of first claim, in the
 +very fact of being familiar and traditional, fascinating riddles to us
 +but also fascinating riddles to our fathers, we must not imagine that
 +they were the only old civilisations on the southern sea; or that all
 +the civilisation was merely Sumerian or Semitic or Coptic, still less
 +merely Asiatic or African. Real research is more and more exalting the
 +ancient civilisation of Europe and especially of what we may still
 +vaguely call the Greeks. It must be understood in the sense that there
 +were Greeks before the Greeks, as in so many of their mythologies there
 +were gods before the gods. The island of Crete was the centre of the
 +civilisation now called Minoan, after the Minos who lingered in ancient
 +legend and whose labyrinth was actually discovered by modern archeology.
 +This elaborate European society, with its harbours and its drainage and
 +its domestic machinery, seems to have gone down before some invasion of
 +its northern neighbours, who made or inherited the Hellas we know in
 +history. But that earlier period did not pass till it had given to the
 +world gifts so great that the world has ever since been striving in vain
 +to repay them, if only by plagiarism.</p>
 +
 +<p>Somewhere along the Ionian coast opposite Crete and the islands was a
 +town of some sort, probably of the sort that we should call a village or
 +hamlet with a wall. It was called Ilion but it came to be called Troy,
 +and the name will never perish from the earth. A poet who may have been
 +a beggar and a balladmonger, who may have been unable to read and write,
 +and was described by tradition as blind, com<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_87" id="page_87">{87}</a></span>posed a poem about the
 +Greeks going to war with this town to recover the most beautiful woman
 +in the world. That the most beautiful woman in the world lived in that
 +one little town sounds like a legend; that the most beautiful poem in
 +the world was written by somebody who knew of nothing larger than such
 +little towns is a historical fact. It is said that the poem came at the
 +end of the period; that the primitive culture brought it forth in its
 +decay; in which case one would like to have seen that culture in its
 +prime. But anyhow it is true that this, which is our first poem, might
 +very well be our last poem too. It might well be the last word as well
 +as the first word spoken by man about his mortal lot, as seen by merely
 +mortal vision. If the world becomes pagan and perishes, the last man
 +left alive would do well to quote the Iliad and die.</p>
 +
 +<p>But in this one great human revelation of antiquity there is another
 +element of great historical importance; which has hardly I think been
 +given its proper place in history. The poet has so conceived the poem
 +that his sympathies apparently, and those of his reader certainly, are
 +on the side of the vanquished rather than of the victor. And this is a
 +sentiment which increases in the poetical tradition even as the poetical
 +origin itself recedes. Achilles had some status as a sort of demigod in
 +pagan times; but he disappears altogether in later times. But Hector
 +grows greater as the ages pass; and it is his name that is the name of a
 +Knight of the Round Table and his sword that legend puts into the hand
 +of Roland, laying about him with the weapon of the defeated Hector in
 +the last ruin and splendour of his own defeat. The name anticipates all
 +the defeats through which our race and religion were to pass; that
 +survival of a hundred defeats that is its triumph.</p>
 +
 +<p>The tale of the end of Troy shall have no ending; for it is lifted up
 +for ever into living echoes, immortal as our hopelessness and our hope.
 +Troy standing<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_88" id="page_88">{88}</a></span> was a small thing that may have stood nameless for ages.
 +But Troy falling has been caught up in a flame and suspended in an
 +immortal instant of annihilation; and because it was destroyed with fire
 +the fire shall never be destroyed. And as with the city so with the
 +hero; traced in archaic lines in that primeval twilight is found the
 +first figure of the Knight. There is a prophetic coincidence in his
 +title; we have spoken of the word chivalry and how it seems to mingle
 +the horseman with the horse. It is almost anticipated ages before in the
 +thunder of the Homeric hexameter, and that long leaping word with which
 +the Iliad ends. It is that very unity for which we can find no name but
 +the holy centaur of chivalry. But there are other reasons for giving in
 +this glimpse of antiquity the flame upon the sacred town. The sanctity
 +of such towns ran like a fire round the coasts and islands of the
 +northern Mediterranean; the high-fenced hamlet for which heroes died.
 +From the smallness of the city came the greatness of the citizen. Hellas
 +with her hundred statues produced nothing statelier than that walking
 +statue; the ideal of the self-commanding man. Hellas of the hundred
 +statues was one legend and literature; and all that labyrinth of little
 +walled nations resounded with the lament of Troy.</p>
 +
 +<p>A later legend, an afterthought but not an accident, said that
 +stragglers from Troy founded a republic on the Italian shore. It was
 +true in spirit that republican virtue had such a root. A mystery of
 +honour, that was not born of Babylon or the Egyptian pride, there shone
 +like the shield of Hector, defying Asia and Africa; till the light of a
 +new day was loosened, with the rushing of the eagles and the coming of
 +the name; the name that came like a thunderclap, when the world woke to
 +Rome.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_89" id="page_89">{89}</a></span></p>
 +
 +<h3><a name="CHAPTER_IV-a" id="CHAPTER_IV-a"></a>CHAPTER IV<br /><br />
 +GOD AND COMPARATIVE RELIGION</h3>
 +
 +<p class="nind"><span class="smcap">I was</span> once escorted over the Roman foundations of an ancient British
 +city by a professor, who said something that seems to me a satire on a
 +good many other professors. Possibly the professor saw the joke, though
 +he maintained an iron gravity, and may or may not have realised that it
 +was a joke against a great deal of what is called comparative religion.
 +I pointed out a sculpture of the head of the sun with the usual halo of
 +rays, but with the difference that the face in the disc, instead of
 +being boyish like Apollo, was bearded like Neptune or Jupiter. ‘Yes,’ he
 +said with a certain delicate exactitude, ‘that is supposed to represent
 +the local god Sul. The best authorities identify Sul with Minerva; but
 +this has been held to show that the identification is not complete.’</p>
 +
 +<p>That is what we call a powerful understatement. The modern world is
 +madder than any satires on it; long ago Mr. Belloc made his burlesque
 +don say that a bust of Ariadne had been proved by modern research to be
 +a Silenus. But that is not better than the real appearance of Minerva as
 +the Bearded Woman of Mr. Barnum. Only both of them are very like many
 +identifications by ‘the best authorities’ on comparative religion; and
 +when Catholic creeds are identified with various wild myths, I do not
 +laugh or curse or misbehave myself; I confine myself decorously to
 +saying that the identification is not complete.</p>
 +
 +<p>In the days of my youth the Religion of Humanity was a term commonly
 +applied to Comtism, the theory<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_90" id="page_90">{90}</a></span> of certain rationalists who worshipped
 +corporate mankind as a Supreme Being. Even in the days of my youth I
 +remarked that there was something slightly odd about despising and
 +dismissing the doctrine of the Trinity as a mystical and even maniacal
 +contradiction; and then asking us to adore a deity who is a hundred
 +million persons in one God, neither confounding the persons nor dividing
 +the substance.</p>
 +
 +<p>But there is another entity, more or less definable and much more
 +imaginable than the many-headed and monstrous idol of mankind. And it
 +has a much better right to be called, in a reasonable sense, the
 +religion of humanity. Man is not indeed the idol; but man is almost
 +everywhere the idolator. And these multitudinous idolatries of mankind
 +have something about them in many ways more human and sympathetic than
 +modern metaphysical abstractions. If an Asiatic god has three heads and
 +seven arms, there is at least in it an idea of material incarnation
 +bringing an unknown power nearer to us and not farther away. But if our
 +friends Brown, Jones, and Robinson, when out for a Sunday walk, were
 +transformed and amalgamated into an Asiatic idol before our eyes, they
 +would surely seem farther away. If the arms of Brown and the legs of
 +Robinson waved from the same composite body, they would seem to be
 +waving something of a sad farewell. If the heads of all three gentlemen
 +appeared smiling on the same neck, we should hesitate even by what name
 +to address our new and somewhat abnormal friend. In the many-headed and
 +many-handed Oriental idol there is a certain sense of mysteries becoming
 +at least partly intelligible; of formless forces of nature taking some
 +dark but material form, but though this may be true of the multiform god
 +it is not so of the multiform man. The human beings become less human by
 +becoming less separate; we might say less human in being less lonely.
 +The human beings become less<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_91" id="page_91">{91}</a></span> intelligible as they become less isolated;
 +we might say with strict truth that the closer they are to us the
 +farther they are away. An Ethical Hymn-book of this humanitarian sort of
 +religion was carefully selected and expurgated on the principle of
 +preserving anything human and eliminating anything divine. One
 +consequence was that a hymn appeared in the amended form of ‘Nearer
 +Mankind to Thee, Nearer to Thee.’ It always suggested to me the
 +sensations of a strap-hanger during a crush on the Tube. But it is
 +strange and wonderful how far away the souls of men can seem, when their
 +bodies are so near as all that.</p>
 +
 +<p>The human unity with which I deal here is not to be confounded with this
 +modern industrial monotony and herding, which is rather a congestion
 +than a communion. It is a thing to which human groups left to
 +themselves, and even human individuals left to themselves, have
 +everywhere tended by an instinct that may truly be called human. Like
 +all healthy human things, it has varied very much within the limits of a
 +general character; for that is characteristic of everything belonging to
 +that ancient land of liberty that lies before and around the servile
 +industrial town. Industrialism actually boasts that its products are all
 +of one pattern; that men in Jamaica or Japan can break the same seal and
 +drink the same bad whisky, that a man at the North Pole and another at
 +the South might recognise the same optimistic label on the same dubious
 +tinned salmon. But wine, the gift of gods to men, can vary with every
 +valley and every vineyard, can turn into a hundred wines without any
 +wine once reminding us of whisky; and cheeses can change from county to
 +county without forgetting the difference between chalk and cheese. When
 +I am speaking of this thing, therefore, I am speaking of something that
 +doubtless includes very wide differences; nevertheless I will here
 +maintain that it is one thing. I will maintain<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_92" id="page_92">{92}</a></span> that most of the modern
 +botheration comes from not realising that it is really one thing. I will
 +advance the thesis that before all talk about comparative religion and
 +the separate religious founders of the world, the first essential is to
 +recognise this thing as a whole, as a thing almost native and normal to
 +the great fellowship that we call mankind. This thing is Paganism; and I
 +propose to show in these pages that it is the one real rival to the
 +Church of Christ.</p>
 +
 +<p>Comparative religion is very comparative indeed. That is, it is so much
 +a matter of degree and distance and difference that it is only
 +comparatively successful when it tries to compare. When we come to look
 +at it closely we find it comparing things that are really quite
 +incomparable. We are accustomed to see a table or catalogue of the
 +world’s great religions in parallel columns, until we fancy they are
 +really parallel. We are accustomed to see the names of the great
 +religious founders all in a row: Christ; Mahomet; Buddha; Confucius. But
 +in truth this is only a trick; another of these optical illusions by
 +which any objects may be put into a particular relation by shifting to a
 +particular point of sight. Those religions and religious founders, or
 +rather those whom we choose to lump together as religions and religious
 +founders, do not really show any common character. The illusion is
 +partly produced by Islam coming immediately after Christianity in the
 +list; as Islam did come after Christianity and was largely an imitation
 +of Christianity. But the other eastern religions, or what we call
 +religions, not only do not resemble the Church but do not resemble each
 +other. When we come to Confucianism at the end of the list, we come to
 +something in a totally different world of thought. To compare the
 +Christian and Confucian religions is like comparing a theist with an
 +English squire or asking whether a man is a believer in immortality or a
 +hundred-per-cent American.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_93" id="page_93">{93}</a></span> Confucianism may be a civilisation but it is
 +not a religion.</p>
 +
 +<p>In truth the Church is too unique to prove herself unique. For most
 +popular and easy proof is by parallel; and here there is no parallel. It
 +is not easy, therefore, to expose the fallacy by which a false
 +classification is created to swamp a unique thing, when it really is a
 +unique thing. As there is nowhere else exactly the same fact, so there
 +is nowhere else exactly the same fallacy. But I will take the nearest
 +thing I can find to such a solitary social phenomenon, in order to show
 +how it is thus swamped and assimilated. I imagine most of us would agree
 +that there is something unusual and unique about the position of the
 +Jews. There is nothing that is quite in the same sense an international
 +nation; an ancient culture scattered in different countries but still
 +distinct and indestructible. Now this business is like an attempt to
 +make a list of nomadic nations in order to soften the strange solitude
 +of the Jew. It would be easy enough to do it, by the same process of
 +putting a plausible approximation first, and then tailing off into
 +totally different things thrown in somehow to make up the list. Thus in
 +the new list of nomadic nations the Jews would be followed by the
 +Gypsies; who at least are really nomadic if they are not really
 +national. Then the professor of the new science of Comparative Nomadics
 +could pass easily on to something different; even if it was very
 +different. He could remark on the wandering adventure of the English who
 +had scattered their colonies over so many seas; and call <i>them</i> nomads.
 +It is quite true that a great many Englishmen seem to be strangely
 +restless in England. It is quite true that not all of them have left
 +their country for their country’s good. The moment we mention the
 +wandering empire of the English, we must add the strange exiled empire
 +of the Irish. For it is a curious fact, to be noted in our imperial
 +literature, that the same ubiquity and unrest which is a<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_94" id="page_94">{94}</a></span> proof of
 +English enterprise and triumph is a proof of Irish futility and failure.
 +Then the professor of Nomadism would look round thoughtfully and
 +remember that there was great talk recently of German waiters, German
 +barbers, German clerks, Germans naturalising themselves in England and
 +the United States and the South American republics. The Germans would go
 +down as the fifth nomadic race; the words Wanderlust and Folk-Wandering
 +would come in very useful here. For there really have been historians
 +who explained the Crusades by suggesting that the Germans were found
 +wandering (as the police say) in what happened to be the neighbourhood
 +of Palestine. Then the professor, feeling he was now near the end, would
 +make a last leap in desperation. He would recall the fact that the
 +French Army has captured nearly every capital in Europe, that it marched
 +across countless conquered lands under Charlemagne or Napoleon; and
 +<i>that</i> would be wanderlust, and <i>that</i> would be the note of a nomadic
 +race. Thus he would have his six nomadic nations all compact and
 +complete, and would feel that the Jew was no longer a sort of mysterious
 +and even mystical exception. But people with more common sense would
 +probably realise that he had only extended nomadism by extending the
 +meaning of nomadism; and that he had extended that until it really had
 +no meaning at all. It is quite true that the French soldier has made
 +some of the finest marches in all military history. But it is equally
 +true, and far more self-evident, that if the French peasant is not a
 +rooted reality there is no such thing as a rooted reality in the world;
 +or in other words, if he is a nomad there is nobody who is not a nomad.</p>
 +
 +<p>Now that is the sort of trick that has been tried in the case of
 +comparative religion and the world’s religious founders all standing
 +respectably in a row. It seeks to classify Jesus as the other would
 +classify Jews, by inventing a new class for the purpose and<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_95" id="page_95">{95}</a></span> filling up
 +the rest of it with stop-gaps and second-rate copies. I do not mean that
 +these other things are not often great things in their own real
 +character and class. Confucianism and Buddhism are great things, but it
 +is not true to call them Churches; just as the French and English are
 +great peoples, but it is nonsense to call them nomads. There are some
 +points of resemblance between Christendom and its imitation in Islam;
 +for that matter there are some points of resemblance between Jews and
 +Gypsies. But after that the lists are made up of anything that comes to
 +hand; of anything that can be put in the same catalogue without being in
 +the same category.</p>
 +
 +<p>In this sketch of religious history, with all decent deference to men
 +much more learned than myself, I propose to cut across and disregard
 +this modern method of classification, which I feel sure has falsified
 +the facts of history. I shall here submit an alternative classification
 +of religion or religions, which I believe would be found to cover all
 +the facts and, what is quite as important here, all the fancies. Instead
 +of dividing religion geographically, and as it were vertically, into
 +Christian, Moslem, Brahmin, Buddhist, and so on, I would divide it
 +psychologically and in some sense horizontally; into the strata of
 +spiritual elements and influences that could sometimes exist in the same
 +country, or even in the same man. Putting the Church apart for the
 +moment, I should be disposed to divide the natural religion of the mass
 +of mankind under such headings as these: God; the Gods; the Demons; the
 +Philosophers. I believe some such classification will help us to sort
 +out the spiritual experiences of men much more successfully than the
 +conventional business of comparing religions; and that many famous
 +figures will naturally fall into their place in this way who are only
 +forced into their place in the other. As I shall make use of these
 +titles or terms more than once in narrative and allusion, it will be
 +well to define at<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_96" id="page_96">{96}</a></span> this stage for what I mean them to stand. And I will
 +begin with the first, the simplest and the most sublime, in this
 +chapter.</p>
 +
 +<p>In considering the elements of pagan humanity, we must begin by an
 +attempt to describe the indescribable. Many get over the difficulty of
 +describing it by the expedient of denying it, or at least ignoring it;
 +but the whole point of it is that it was something that was never quite
 +eliminated even when it was ignored. They are obsessed by their
 +evolutionary monomania that every great thing grows from a seed, or
 +something smaller than itself. They seem to forget that every seed comes
 +from a tree, or from something larger than itself. Now there is very
 +good ground for guessing that religion did not originally come from some
 +detail that was forgotten because it was too small to be traced. Much
 +more probably it was an idea that was abandoned because it was too large
 +to be managed. There is very good reason to suppose that many people did
 +begin with the simple but overwhelming idea of one God who governs all;
 +and afterwards fell away into such things as demon-worship almost as a
 +sort of secret dissipation. Even the test of savage beliefs, of which
 +the folk-lore students are so fond, is admittedly often found to support
 +such a view. Some of the very rudest savages, primitive in every sense
 +in which anthropologists use the word, the Australian aborigines for
 +instance, are found to have a pure monotheism with a high moral tone. A
 +missionary was preaching to a very wild tribe of polytheists, who had
 +told him all their polytheistic tales, and telling them in return of the
 +existence of the one good God who is a spirit and judges men by
 +spiritual standards. And there was a sudden buzz of excitement among
 +these stolid barbarians, as at somebody who was letting out a secret,
 +and they cried to each other, ‘Atahocan! He is speaking of Atahocan!’</p>
 +
 +<p>Probably it was a point of politeness and even<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_97" id="page_97">{97}</a></span> decency among those
 +polytheists not to speak of Atahocan. The name is not perhaps so much
 +adapted as some of our own to direct and solemn religious exhortation;
 +but many other social forces are always covering up and confusing such
 +simple ideas. Possibly the old god stood for an old morality found
 +irksome in more expansive moments; possibly intercourse with demons was
 +more fashionable among the best people, as in the modern fashion of
 +Spiritualism. Anyhow, there are any number of similar examples. They all
 +testify to the unmistakable psychology of a thing taken for granted, as
 +distinct from a thing talked about. There is a striking example in a
 +tale taken down word for word from a Red Indian in California, which
 +starts out with hearty legendary and literary relish: ‘The sun is the
 +father and ruler of the heavens. He is the big chief. The moon is his
 +wife and the stars are their children’; and so on through a most
 +ingenious and complicated story, in the middle of which is a sudden
 +parenthesis saying that sun and moon have to do something because ‘It is
 +ordered that way by the Great Spirit Who lives above the place of all.’
 +That is exactly the attitude of most paganism towards God. He is
 +something assumed and forgotten and remembered by accident; a habit
 +possibly not peculiar to pagans. Sometimes the higher deity is
 +remembered in the higher moral grades and is a sort of mystery. But
 +always, it has been truly said, the savage is talkative about his
 +mythology and taciturn about his religion. The Australian savages,
 +indeed, exhibit a topsyturvydom such as the ancients might have thought
 +truly worthy of the antipodes. The savage who thinks nothing of tossing
 +off such a trifle as a tale of the sun and moon being the halves of a
 +baby chopped in two, or dropping into small-talk about a colossal cosmic
 +cow milked to make the rain, merely in order to be sociable, will then
 +retire to secret caverns sealed against women and white men, temples of
 +terrible initiation where<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_98" id="page_98">{98}</a></span> to the thunder of the bull-roarer and the
 +dripping of sacrificial blood, the priest whispers the final secrets
 +known only to the initiate: that honesty is the best policy, that a
 +little kindness does nobody any harm, that all men are brothers and that
 +there is but one God, the Father Almighty, maker of all things visible
 +and invisible.</p>
 +
 +<p>In other words, we have here the curiosity of religious history that the
 +savage seems to be parading all the most repulsive and impossible parts
 +of his belief and concealing all the most sensible and creditable parts.
 +But the explanation is that they are not in that sense parts of his
 +belief; or at least not parts of the same sort of belief. The myths are
 +merely tall stories, though as tall as the sky, the waterspout, or the
 +tropic rain. The mysteries are true stories, and are taken secretly that
 +they may be taken seriously. Indeed it is only too easy to forget that
 +there is a thrill in theism. A novel in which a number of separate
 +characters all turned out to be the same character would certainly be a
 +sensational novel. It is so with the idea that sun and tree and river
 +are the disguises of one god and not of many. Alas, we also find it only
 +too easy to take Atahocan for granted. But whether he is allowed to fade
 +into a truism or preserved as a sensation by being preserved as a
 +secret, it is clear that he is always either an old truism or an old
 +tradition. There is nothing to show that he is an improved product of
 +the mere mythology and everything to show that he preceded it. He is
 +worshipped by the simplest tribes with no trace of ghosts or
 +grave-offerings, or any of the complications in which Herbert Spencer
 +and Grant Allen sought the origin of the simplest of all ideas. Whatever
 +else there was, there was never any such thing as the Evolution of the
 +Idea of God. The idea was concealed, was avoided, was almost forgotten,
 +was even explained away; but it was never evolved. There are not a few
 +indications of this change in other<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_99" id="page_99">{99}</a></span> places. It is implied, for
 +instance, in the fact that even polytheism seems often the combination
 +of several monotheisms. A god will gain only a minor seat on Mount
 +Olympus, when he had owned earth and heaven and all the stars while he
 +lived in his own little valley. Like many a small nation melting in a
 +great empire, he gives up local universality only to come under
 +universal limitation. The very name of Pan suggests that he became a god
 +of the wood when he had been a god of the world. The very name of
 +Jupiter is almost a pagan translation of the words ‘Our Father which art
 +in heaven.’ As with the Great Father symbolised by the sky, so with the
 +Great Mother whom we still call Mother Earth. Demeter and Ceres and
 +Cybele often seem to be almost incapable of taking over the whole
 +business of godhood, so that men should need no other gods. It seems
 +reasonably probable that a good many men did have no other gods but one
 +of these, worshipped as the author of all.</p>
 +
 +<p>Over some of the most immense and populous tracts of the world, such as
 +China, it would seem that the simpler idea of the Great Father has never
 +been very much complicated with rival cults, though it may have in some
 +sense ceased to be a cult itself. The best authorities seem to think
 +that though Confucianism is in one sense agnosticism, it does not
 +directly contradict the old theism, precisely because it has become a
 +rather vague theism. It is one in which God is called Heaven, as in the
 +case of polite persons tempted to swear in drawing-rooms. But Heaven is
 +still overhead, even if it is very far overhead. We have all the
 +impression of a simple truth that has receded, until it was remote
 +without ceasing to be true. And this phrase alone would bring us back to
 +the same idea even in the pagan mythology of the West. There is surely
 +something of this very notion of the withdrawal of some higher power in
 +all those mysterious and very imaginative myths<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_100" id="page_100">{100}</a></span> about the separation of
 +earth and sky. In a hundred forms we are told that heaven and earth were
 +once lovers, or were once at one, when some upstart thing, often some
 +undutiful child, thrust them apart; and the world was built on an abyss;
 +upon a division and a parting. One of its grossest versions was given by
 +Greek civilisation in the myth of Uranus and Saturn. One of its most
 +charming versions was that of some savage people, who say that a little
 +pepper-plant grew taller and taller and lifted the whole sky like a lid;
 +a beautiful barbaric vision of daybreak for some of our painters who
 +love that tropical twilight. Of myths, and the highly mythical
 +explanations which the moderns offer of myths, something will be said in
 +another section; for I cannot but think that most mythology is on
 +another and more superficial plane. But in this primeval vision of the
 +rending of one world into two there is surely something more of ultimate
 +ideas. As to what it means, a man will learn far more about it by lying
 +on his back in a field, and merely looking at the sky, than by reading
 +all the libraries even of the most learned and valuable folk-lore. He
 +will know what is meant by saying that the sky ought to be nearer to us
 +than it is, that perhaps it was once nearer than it is, that it is not a
 +thing merely alien and abysmal but in some fashion sundered from us and
 +saying farewell. There will creep across his mind the curious suggestion
 +that after all, perhaps, the myth-maker was not merely a moon-calf or
 +village idiot thinking he could cut up the clouds like a cake, but had
 +in him something more than it is fashionable to attribute to the
 +Troglodyte; that it is just possible that Thomas Hood was not talking
 +like a Troglodyte when he said that, as time went on, the tree-tops only
 +told him he was further off from heaven than when he was a boy. But
 +anyhow the legend of Uranus the Lord of Heaven dethroned by Saturn the
 +Time Spirit would mean something to the author of that poem. And it
 +would<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_101" id="page_101">{101}</a></span> mean, among other things, this banishment of the first
 +fatherhood. There is the idea of God in the very notion that there were
 +gods before the gods. There is an idea of greater simplicity in all the
 +allusions to that more ancient order. The suggestion is supported by the
 +process of propagation we see in historic times. Gods and demigods and
 +heroes breed like herrings before our very eyes, and suggest of
 +themselves that the family may have had one founder; mythology grows
 +more and more complicated, and the very complication suggests that at
 +the beginning it was more simple. Even on the external evidence, of the
 +sort called scientific, there is therefore a very good case for the
 +suggestion that man began with monotheism before it developed or
 +degenerated into polytheism. But I am concerned rather with an internal
 +than an external truth; and, as I have already said, the internal truth
 +is almost indescribable. We have to speak of something of which it is
 +the whole point that people did not speak of it; we have not merely to
 +translate from a strange tongue or speech, but from a strange silence.</p>
 +
 +<p>I suspect an immense implication behind all polytheism and paganism. I
 +suspect we have only a hint of it here and there in these savage creeds
 +or Greek origins. It is not exactly what we mean by the presence of God;
 +in a sense it might more truly be called the absence of God. But absence
 +does not mean non-existence; and a man drinking the toast of absent
 +friends does not mean that from his life all friendship is absent. It is
 +a void but it is not a negation; it is something as positive as an empty
 +chair. It would be an exaggeration to say that the pagan saw higher than
 +Olympus an empty throne. It would be nearer the truth to take the
 +gigantic imagery of the Old Testament, in which the prophet saw God from
 +behind; it was as if some immeasurable presence had turned its back on
 +the world. Yet<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_102" id="page_102">{102}</a></span> the meaning will again be missed if it is supposed to be
 +anything so conscious and vivid as the monotheism of Moses and his
 +people. I do not mean that the pagan peoples were in the least
 +overpowered by this idea merely because it is overpowering. On the
 +contrary, it was so large that they all carried it lightly, as we all
 +carry the load of the sky. Gazing at some detail like a bird or a cloud,
 +we can all ignore its awful blue background; we can neglect the sky; and
 +precisely because it bears down upon us with an annihilating force, it
 +is felt as nothing. A thing of this kind can only be an impression and a
 +rather subtle impression; but to me it is a very strong impression made
 +by pagan literature and religion. I repeat that in our special
 +sacramental sense there is, of course, the absence of the presence of
 +God. But there is in a very real sense the presence of the absence of
 +God. We feel it in the unfathomable sadness of pagan poetry; for I doubt
 +if there was ever in all the marvellous manhood of antiquity a man who
 +was happy as St. Francis was happy. We feel it in the legend of a Golden
 +Age and again in the vague implication that the gods themselves are
 +ultimately related to something else, even when that Unknown God has
 +faded into a Fate. Above all we feel it in those immortal moments when
 +the pagan literature seems to return to a more innocent antiquity and
 +speak with a more direct voice, so that no word is worthy of it except
 +our own monotheistic monosyllable. We cannot say anything but ‘God’ in a
 +sentence like that of Socrates bidding farewell to his judges: ‘I go to
 +die and you remain to live; and God alone knows which of us goes the
 +better way.’ We can use no other word even for the best moments of
 +Marcus Aurelius: ‘Can they say dear city of Cecrops, and canst thou not
 +say dear city of God?’ We can use no other word in that mighty line in
 +which Virgil spoke to all who suffer with the veritable cry of a
 +Christian before Christ, in the<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_103" id="page_103">{103}</a></span> untranslatable: ‘O passi graviora dabit
 +deus his quoque finem.’</p>
 +
 +<p>In short, there is a feeling that there is something higher than the
 +gods; but because it is higher it is also further away. Not yet could
 +even Virgil have read the riddle and the paradox of that other divinity,
 +who is both higher and nearer. For them what was truly divine was very
 +distant, so distant that they dismissed it more and more from their
 +minds. It had less and less to do with the mere mythology of which I
 +shall write later. Yet even in this there was a sort of tacit admission
 +of its intangible purity, when we consider what most of the mythology is
 +like. As the Jews would not degrade it by images, so the Greeks did not
 +degrade it even by imaginations. When the gods were more and more
 +remembered only by pranks and profligacies, it was relatively a movement
 +of reverence. It was an act of piety to forget God. In other words,
 +there is something in the whole tone of the time suggesting that men had
 +accepted a lower level, and still were half conscious that it was a
 +lower level. It is hard to find words for these things; yet the one
 +really just word stands ready. These men were conscious of the Fall, if
 +they were conscious of nothing else; and the same is true of all heathen
 +humanity. Those who have fallen may remember the fall, even when they
 +forget the height. Some such tantalising blank or break in memory is at
 +the back of all pagan sentiment. There is such a thing as the momentary
 +power to remember that we forget. And the most ignorant of humanity know
 +by the very look of earth that they have forgotten heaven. But it
 +remains true that even for these men there were moments, like the
 +memories of childhood, when they heard themselves talking with a simpler
 +language; there were moments when the Roman, like Virgil in the line
 +already quoted, cut his way with a sword-stroke of song out of the
 +tangle of the mythologies; the motley mob of gods and<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_104" id="page_104">{104}</a></span> goddesses sank
 +suddenly out of sight and the Sky-Father was alone in the sky.</p>
 +
 +<p>This latter example is very relevant to the next step in the process. A
 +white light as of a lost morning still lingers on the figure of Jupiter,
 +of Pan, or of the elder Apollo; and it may well be, as already noted,
 +that each was once a divinity as solitary as Jehovah or Allah. They lost
 +this lonely universality by a process it is here very necessary to note;
 +a process of amalgamation very like what was afterwards called
 +syncretism. The whole pagan world set itself to build a Pantheon. They
 +admitted more and more gods, gods not only of the Greeks but of the
 +barbarians; gods not only of Europe but of Asia and Africa. The more the
 +merrier, though some of the Asian and African ones were not very merry.
 +They admitted them to equal thrones with their own; sometimes they
 +identified them with their own. They may have regarded it as an
 +enrichment of their religious life; but it meant the final loss of all
 +that we now call religion. It meant that ancient light of simplicity,
 +that had a single source like the sun, finally fades away in a dazzle of
 +conflicting lights and colours. God is really sacrificed to the gods; in
 +a very literal sense of the flippant phrase, they have been too many for
 +him.</p>
 +
 +<p>Polytheism, therefore, was really a sort of pool; in the sense of the
 +pagans having consented to the pooling of their pagan religions. And
 +this point is very important in many controversies ancient and modern.
 +It is regarded as a liberal and enlightened thing to say that the god of
 +the stranger may be as good as our own; and doubtless the pagans thought
 +themselves very liberal and enlightened when they agreed to add to the
 +gods of the city or the hearth some wild and fantastic Dionysus coming
 +down from the mountains or some shaggy and rustic Pan creeping out of
 +the woods. But exactly what it lost by these larger ideas is the largest
 +idea of all. It is the idea<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_105" id="page_105">{105}</a></span> of the fatherhood that makes the whole
 +world one. And the converse is also true. Doubtless those more
 +antiquated men of antiquity who clung to their solitary statues and
 +their single sacred names were regarded as superstitious savages
 +benighted and left behind. But these superstitious savages were
 +preserving something that is much more like the cosmic power as
 +conceived by philosophy, or even as conceived by science. This paradox
 +by which the rude reactionary was a sort of prophetic progressive has
 +one consequence very much to the point. In a purely historical sense,
 +and apart from any other controversies in the same connection, it throws
 +a light, a single and a steady light, that shines from the beginning on
 +a little and lonely people. In this paradox, as in some riddle of
 +religion of which the answer was sealed up for centuries, lies the
 +mission and the meaning of the Jews.</p>
 +
 +<p>It is true in this sense, humanly speaking, that the world owes God to
 +the Jews. It owes that truth to much that is blamed in the Jews,
 +possibly to much that is blameable in the Jews. We have already noted
 +the nomadic position of the Jews amid the other pastoral peoples upon
 +the fringe of the Babylonian Empire, and something of that strange
 +erratic course of theirs blazed across the dark territory of extreme
 +antiquity, as they passed from the seat of Abraham and the shepherd
 +princes into Egypt and doubled back into the Palestinian hills and held
 +them against the Philistines from Crete and fell into captivity in
 +Babylon; and yet again returned to their mountain city by the Zionist
 +policy of the Persian conquerors; and so continued that amazing romance
 +of restlessness of which we have not yet seen the end. But through all
 +their wanderings, and especially through all their early wanderings,
 +they did indeed carry the fate of the world in that wooden tabernacle,
 +that held perhaps a featureless symbol and certainly an invisible god.
 +We may say that one<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_106" id="page_106">{106}</a></span> most essential feature was that it was featureless.
 +Much as we may prefer that creative liberty which the Christian culture
 +has declared and by which it has eclipsed even the arts of antiquity, we
 +must not underrate the determining importance at the time of the Hebrew
 +inhibition of images. It is a typical example of one of those
 +limitations that did in fact preserve and perpetuate enlargement, like a
 +wall built round a wide open space. The God who could not have a statue
 +remained a spirit. Nor would his statue in any case have had the
 +disarming dignity and grace of the Greek statues then or the Christian
 +statues afterwards. He was living in a land of monsters. We shall have
 +occasion to consider more fully what those monsters were, Moloch and
 +Dagon and Tanit the terrible goddess. If the deity of Israel had ever
 +had an image, he would have had a phallic image. By merely giving him a
 +body they would have brought in all the worst elements of mythology; all
 +the polygamy of polytheism; the vision of the harem in heaven. This
 +point about the refusal of art is the first example of the limitations
 +which are often adversely criticised, only because the critics
 +themselves are limited. But an even stronger case can be found in the
 +other criticism offered by the same critics. It is often said with a
 +sneer that the God of Israel was only a God of Battles, ‘a mere barbaric
 +Lord of Hosts’ pitted in rivalry against other gods only as their
 +envious foe. Well it is for the world that he was a God of Battles. Well
 +it is for us that he was to all the rest only a rival and a foe. In the
 +ordinary way, it would have been only too easy for them to have achieved
 +the desolate disaster of conceiving him as a friend. It would have been
 +only too easy for them to have seen him stretching out his hands in love
 +and reconciliation, embracing Baal and kissing the painted face of
 +Astarte, feasting in fellowship with the gods; the last god to sell his
 +crown of stars for the Soma of the Indian pantheon<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_107" id="page_107">{107}</a></span> or the nectar of
 +Olympus or the mead of Valhalla. It would have been easy enough for his
 +worshippers to follow the enlightened course of Syncretism and the
 +pooling of all the pagan traditions. It is obvious indeed that his
 +followers were always sliding down this easy slope; and it required the
 +almost demoniac energy of certain inspired demagogues, who testified to
 +the divine unity in words that are still like winds of inspiration and
 +ruin. The more we really understand of the ancient conditions that
 +contributed to the final culture of the Faith, the more we shall have a
 +real and even a realistic reverence for the greatness of the Prophets of
 +Israel. As it was, while the whole world melted into this mass of
 +confused mythology, this Deity who is called tribal and narrow,
 +precisely because he was what is called tribal and narrow, preserved the
 +primary religion of all mankind. He was tribal enough to be universal.
 +He was as narrow as the universe.</p>
 +
 +<p>In a word, there was a popular pagan god called Jupiter-Ammon. There was
 +never a god called Jehovah-Ammon. There was never a god called
 +Jehovah-Jupiter. If there had been, there would certainly have been
 +another called Jehovah-Moloch. Long before the liberal and enlightened
 +amalgamators had got so far afield as Jupiter, the image of the Lord of
 +Hosts would have been deformed out of all suggestion of a monotheistic
 +maker and ruler and would have become an idol far worse than any savage
 +fetish; for he might have been as civilised as the gods of Tyre and
 +Carthage. What that civilisation meant we shall consider more fully in
 +the chapter that follows; when we note how the power of demons nearly
 +destroyed Europe and even the heathen health of the world. But the
 +world’s destiny would have been distorted still more fatally if
 +monotheism had failed in the Mosaic tradition. I hope in a subsequent
 +section to show that I am not without sympathy with all that health in
 +the heathen world that made<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_108" id="page_108">{108}</a></span> its fairy-tales and its fanciful romances
 +of religion. But I hope also to show that these were bound to fail in
 +the long run; and the world would have been lost if it had been unable
 +to return to that great original simplicity of a single authority in all
 +things. That we do preserve something of that primary simplicity, that
 +poets and philosophers can still indeed in some sense say an Universal
 +Prayer, that we live in a large and serene world under a sky that
 +stretches paternally over all the peoples of the earth, that philosophy
 +and philanthropy are truisms in a religion of reasonable men, all that
 +we do most truly owe, under heaven, to a secretive and restless nomadic
 +people; who bestowed on men the supreme and serene blessing of a jealous
 +God.</p>
 +
 +<p>The unique possession was not available or accessible to the pagan
 +world, because it was also the possession of a jealous people. The Jews
 +were unpopular, partly because of this narrowness already noted in the
 +Roman world, partly perhaps because they had already fallen into that
 +habit of merely handling things for exchange instead of working to make
 +them with their hands. It was partly also because polytheism had become
 +a sort of jungle in which solitary monotheism could be lost; but it is
 +strange to realise how completely it really was lost. Apart from more
 +disputed matters, there were things in the tradition of Israel which
 +belong to all humanity now, and might have belonged to all humanity
 +then. They had one of the colossal corner-stones of the world: the Book
 +of Job. It obviously stands over against the Iliad and the Greek
 +tragedies; and even more than they it was an early meeting and parting
 +of poetry and philosophy in the morning of the world. It is a solemn and
 +uplifting sight to see those two eternal fools, the optimist and the
 +pessimist, destroyed in the dawn of time. And the philosophy really
 +perfects the pagan tragic irony, precisely because it is more
 +monotheistic and therefore more mystical. Indeed the Book of Job
 +avowedly only answers mystery with mystery. Job is comforted with
 +riddles; but<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_109" id="page_109">{109}</a></span> he is comforted. Herein is indeed a type, in the sense of
 +a prophecy, of things speaking with authority. For when he who doubts
 +can only say, ‘I do not understand,’ it is true that he who knows can
 +only reply or repeat, ‘You do not understand.’ And under that rebuke
 +there is always a sudden hope in the heart; and the sense of something
 +that would be worth understanding. But this mighty monotheistic poem
 +remained unremarked by the whole world of antiquity, which was thronged
 +with polytheistic poetry. It is a sign of the way in which the Jews
 +stood apart and kept their tradition unshaken and unshared, that they
 +should have kept a thing like the Book of Job out of the whole
 +intellectual world of antiquity. It is as if the Egyptians had modestly
 +concealed the Great Pyramid. But there were other reasons for a
 +cross-purpose and an impasse, characteristic of the whole of the end of
 +paganism. After all, the tradition of Israel had only got hold of one
 +half of the truth, even if we use the popular paradox and call it the
 +bigger half. I shall try to sketch in the next chapter that love of
 +locality and of personality that ran through mythology; here it need
 +only be said that there was a truth in it that could not be left out,
 +though it were a lighter and less essential truth. The sorrow of Job had
 +to be joined with the sorrow of Hector; and while the former was the
 +sorrow of the universe the latter was the sorrow of the city; for Hector
 +could only stand pointing to heaven as the pillar of holy Troy. When God
 +speaks out of the whirlwind He may well speak in the wilderness. But the
 +monotheism of the nomad was not enough for all that varied civilisation
 +of fields and fences and walled cities and temples and towns; and the
 +turn of these things also was to come, when the two could be combined in
 +a more definite and domestic religion. Here and there in all that pagan
 +crowd could be found a philosopher whose thoughts ran on pure theism;
 +but he never had, or supposed that he<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_110" id="page_110">{110}</a></span> had, the power to change the
 +customs of the whole populace. Nor is it easy even in such philosophies
 +to find a true definition of this deep business of the relation of
 +polytheism and theism. Perhaps the nearest we can come to striking the
 +note, or giving the thing a name, is in something far away from all that
 +civilisation and more remote from Rome than the isolation of Israel. It
 +is in a saying I once heard from some Hindu tradition; that gods as well
 +as men are only the dreams of Brahma; and will perish when Brahma wakes.
 +There is indeed in such an image something of the soul of Asia which is
 +less sane than the soul of Christendom. We should call it despair, even
 +if they would call it peace. This note of nihilism can be considered
 +later in a fuller comparison between Asia and Europe. It is enough to
 +say here that there is more of disillusion in that idea of a divine
 +awakening than is implied for us in the passage from mythology to
 +religion. But the symbol is very subtle and exact in one respect; that
 +it does suggest the disproportion and even disruption between the very
 +ideas of mythology and religion; the chasm between the two categories.
 +It is really the collapse of comparative religion that there is no
 +comparison between God and the gods. There is no more comparison than
 +there is between a man and the men who walk about in his dreams. Under
 +the next heading some attempt will be made to indicate the twilight of
 +that dream in which the gods walk about like men. But if any one fancies
 +the contrast of monotheism and polytheism is only a matter of some
 +people having one god and others a few more, for him it will be far
 +nearer the truth to plunge into the elephantine extravagance of Brahmin
 +cosmology; that he may feel a shudder going through the veil of things,
 +the many-handed creators, and the throned and haloed animals and all the
 +network of entangled stars and rulers of the night, as the awful eyes of
 +Brahma open like dawn upon the death of all.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_111" id="page_111">{111}</a></span></p>
 +
 +<h3><a name="CHAPTER_V-a" id="CHAPTER_V-a"></a>CHAPTER V<br /><br />
 +MAN AND MYTHOLOGIES</h3>
 +
 +<p class="nind"><span class="smcap">What</span> are here called the Gods might almost alternatively be called the
 +Day-Dreams. To compare them to dreams is not to deny that dreams can
 +come true. To compare them to travellers’ tales is not to deny that they
 +may be true tales, or at least truthful tales. In truth they are the
 +sort of tales the traveller tells to himself. All this mythological
 +business belongs to the poetical part of men. It seems strangely
 +forgotten nowadays that a myth is a work of imagination and therefore a
 +work of art. It needs a poet to make it. It needs a poet to criticise
 +it. There are more poets than non-poets in the world, as is proved by
 +the popular origin of such legends. But for some reason I have never
 +heard explained, it is only the minority of unpoetical people who are
 +allowed to write critical studies of these popular poems. We do not
 +submit a sonnet to a mathematician or a song to a calculating boy; but
 +we do indulge the equally fantastic idea that folk-lore can be treated
 +as a science. Unless these things are appreciated artistically they are
 +not appreciated at all. When the professor is told by the barbarian that
 +once there was nothing except a great feathered serpent, unless the
 +learned man feels a thrill and a half temptation to wish it were true,
 +he is no judge of such things at all. When he is assured, on the best
 +Red Indian authority, that a primitive hero carried the sun and moon and
 +stars in a box, unless he claps his hands and almost kicks his legs as a
 +child would at such a charming fancy, he knows nothing about the matter.
 +This test is not<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_112" id="page_112">{112}</a></span> nonsensical; primitive children and barbaric children
 +do laugh and kick like other children; and we must have a certain
 +simplicity to repicture the childhood of the world. When Hiawatha was
 +told by his nurse that a warrior threw his grandmother up to the moon,
 +he laughed like any English child told by his nurse that a cow jumped
 +over the moon. The child sees the joke as well as most men, and better
 +than some scientific men. But the ultimate test even of the fantastic is
 +the appropriateness of the inappropriate. And the test must appear
 +merely arbitrary because it is merely artistic. If any student tells me
 +that the infant Hiawatha only laughed out of respect for the tribal
 +custom of sacrificing the aged to economical housekeeping, I say he did
 +not. If any scholar tells me that the cow jumped over the moon only
 +because a heifer was sacrificed to Diana, I answer that it did not. It
 +happened because it is obviously the right thing for a cow to jump over
 +the moon. Mythology is a lost art, one of the few arts that really are
 +lost; but it is an art. The horned moon and the horned mooncalf make a
 +harmonious and almost a quiet pattern. And throwing your grandmother
 +into the sky is not good behaviour; but it is perfectly good taste.</p>
 +
 +<p>Thus scientists seldom understand, as artists understand, that one
 +branch of the beautiful is the ugly. They seldom allow for the
 +legitimate liberty of the grotesque. And they will dismiss a savage myth
 +as merely coarse and clumsy and an evidence of degradation, because it
 +has not all the beauty of the herald Mercury new lighted on a
 +heaven-kissing hill; when it really has the beauty of the Mock Turtle of
 +the Mad Hatter. It is the supreme proof of a man being prosaic that he
 +always insists on poetry being poetical. Sometimes the humour is in the
 +very subject as well as the style of the fable. The Australian
 +aborigines, regarded as the rudest of savages, have a story about a
 +giant frog who had swallowed the sea and all the<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_113" id="page_113">{113}</a></span> waters of the world;
 +and who was only forced to spill them by being made to laugh. All the
 +animals with all their antics passed before him and, like Queen
 +Victoria, he was not amused. He collapsed at last before an eel who
 +stood delicately balanced on the tip of its tail, doubtless with a
 +rather desperate dignity. Any amount of fine fantastic literature might
 +be made out of that fable. There is philosophy in that vision of the dry
 +world before the beatific Deluge of laughter. There is imagination in
 +the mountainous monster erupting like an aqueous volcano; there is
 +plenty of fun in the thought of his goggling visage as the pelican or
 +the penguin passed by. Anyhow the frog laughed; but the folk-lore
 +student remains grave.</p>
 +
 +<p>Moreover, even where the fables are inferior as art, they cannot be
 +properly judged by science; still less properly judged as science. Some
 +myths are very crude and queer like the early drawings of children; but
 +the child is trying to draw. It is none the less an error to treat his
 +drawing as if it were a diagram, or intended to be a diagram. The
 +student cannot make a scientific statement about the savage, because the
 +savage is not making a scientific statement about the world. He is
 +saying something quite different; what might be called the gossip of the
 +gods. We may say, if we like, that it is believed before there is time
 +to examine it. It would be truer to say it is accepted before there is
 +time to believe it.</p>
 +
 +<p>I confess I doubt the whole theory of the dissemination of myths or (as
 +it commonly is) of one myth. It is true that something in our nature and
 +conditions makes many stories similar; but each of them may be original.
 +One man does not borrow the story from the other man, though he may tell
 +it from the same motive as the other man. It would be easy to apply the
 +whole argument about legend to literature; and turn it into a vulgar
 +monomania of plagiarism. I would undertake to trace a notion like that
 +of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_114" id="page_114">{114}</a></span> Golden Bough through individual modern novels as easily as
 +through communal and antiquated myths. I would undertake to find
 +something like a bunch of flowers figuring again and again from the
 +fatal bouquet of Becky Sharpe to the spray of roses sent by the Princess
 +of Ruritania. But though these flowers may spring from the same soil, it
 +is not the same faded flower that is flung from hand to hand. Those
 +flowers are always fresh.</p>
 +
 +<p>The true origin of all the myths has been discovered much too often.
 +There are too many keys to mythology, as there are too many cryptograms
 +in Shakespeare. Everything is phallic; everything is totemistic;
 +everything is seed-time and harvest; everything is ghosts and
 +grave-offerings; everything is the golden bough of sacrifice; everything
 +is the sun and moon; everything is everything. Every folk-lore student
 +who knew a little more than his own monomania, every man of wider
 +reading and critical culture like Andrew Lang, has practically confessed
 +that the bewilderment of these things left his brain spinning. Yet the
 +whole trouble comes from a man trying to look at these stories from the
 +outside, as if they were scientific objects. He has only to look at them
 +from the inside, and ask himself how he would begin a story. A story may
 +start with anything and go anywhere. It may start with a bird without
 +the bird being a totem; it may start with the sun without being a solar
 +myth. It is said there are only ten plots in the world; and there will
 +certainly be common and recurrent elements. Set ten thousand children
 +talking at once, and telling tarradiddles about what they did in the
 +wood; and it will not be hard to find parallels suggesting sun-worship
 +or animal-worship. Some of the stories may be pretty and some silly and
 +some perhaps dirty; but they can only be judged as stories. In the
 +modern dialect, they can only be judged aesthetically. It is strange
 +that aesthetics, or mere feeling, which is now allowed<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_115" id="page_115">{115}</a></span> to usurp where
 +it has no rights at all, to wreck reason with pragmatism and morals with
 +anarchy, is apparently not allowed to give a purely aesthetic judgment
 +on what is obviously a purely aesthetic question. We may be fanciful
 +about everything except fairy-tales.</p>
 +
 +<p>Now the first fact is that the most simple people have the most subtle
 +ideas. Everybody ought to know that, for everybody has been a child.
 +Ignorant as a child is, he knows more than he can say and feels not only
 +atmospheres but fine shades. And in this matter there are several fine
 +shades. Nobody understands it who has not had what can only be called
 +the ache of the artist to find some sense and some story in the
 +beautiful things he sees; his hunger for secrets and his anger at any
 +tower or tree escaping with its tale untold. He feels that nothing is
 +perfect unless it is personal. Without that the blind unconscious beauty
 +of the world stands in its garden like a headless statue. One need only
 +be a very minor poet to have wrestled with the tower or the tree until
 +it spoke like a titan or a dryad. It is often said that pagan mythology
 +was a personification of the powers of nature. The phrase is true in a
 +sense, but it is very unsatisfactory; because it implies that the forces
 +are abstractions and the personification is artificial. Myths are not
 +allegories. Natural powers are not in this case abstractions. It is not
 +as if there were a God of Gravitation. There may be a genius of the
 +waterfall; but not of mere falling, even less than of mere water. The
 +impersonation is not of something impersonal. The point is that the
 +personality perfects the water with significance. Father Christmas is
 +not an allegory of snow and holly; he is not merely the stuff called
 +snow afterwards artificially given a human form, like a snow man. He is
 +something that gives a new meaning to the white world and the
 +evergreens; so that snow itself seems to be warm rather than cold. The
 +test therefore is purely imaginative. But imaginative does not mean
 +imaginary. It<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_116" id="page_116">{116}</a></span> does not follow that it is all what the moderns call
 +subjective, when they mean false. Every true artist does feel,
 +consciously or unconsciously, that he is touching transcendental truths;
 +that his images are shadows of things seen through the veil. In other
 +words, the natural mystic does know that there is something <i>there</i>;
 +something behind the clouds or within the trees; but he believes that
 +the pursuit of beauty is the way to find it; that imagination is a sort
 +of incantation that can call it up.</p>
 +
 +<p>Now we do not comprehend this process in ourselves, far less in our most
 +remote fellow-creatures. And the danger of these things being classified
 +is that they may seem to be comprehended. A really fine work of
 +folk-lore, like <i>The Golden Bough</i>, will leave too many readers with the
 +idea, for instance, that this or that story of a giant’s or wizard’s
 +heart in a casket or a cave only ‘means’ some stupid and static
 +superstition called ‘the external soul.’ But we do not know what these
 +things mean, simply because we do not know what we ourselves mean when
 +we are moved by them. Suppose somebody in a story says ‘Pluck this
 +flower and a princess will die in a castle beyond the sea,’ we do not
 +know why something stirs in the subconsciousness, or why what is
 +impossible seems also inevitable. Suppose we read ‘And in the hour when
 +the king extinguished the candle his ships were wrecked far away on the
 +coast of the Hebrides.’ We do not know why the imagination has accepted
 +that image before the reason can reject it; or why such correspondences
 +seem really to correspond to something in the soul. Very deep things in
 +our nature, some dim sense of the dependence of great things upon small,
 +some dark suggestion that the things nearest to us stretch far beyond
 +our power, some sacramental feeling of the magic in material substances,
 +and many more emotions past finding out, are in an idea like that of the
 +external soul. The power even in the myths of savages is like the<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_117" id="page_117">{117}</a></span> power
 +in the metaphors of poets. The soul of such a metaphor is often very
 +emphatically an external soul. The best critics have remarked that in
 +the best poets the simile is often a picture that seems quite separate
 +from the text. It is as irrelevant as the remote castle to the flower or
 +the Hebridean coast to the candle. Shelley compares the skylark to a
 +young woman in a turret, to a rose embedded in thick foliage, to a
 +series of things that seem to be about as unlike a skylark in the sky as
 +anything we can imagine. I suppose the most potent piece of pure magic
 +in English literature is the much-quoted passage in Keats’s
 +<i>Nightingale</i> about the casements opening on the perilous foam. And
 +nobody notices that the image seems to come from nowhere; that it
 +appears abruptly after some almost equally irrelevant remarks about
 +Ruth; and that it has nothing in the world to do with the subject of the
 +poem. If there is one place in the world where nobody could reasonably
 +expect to find a nightingale, it is on a window-sill at the seaside. But
 +it is only in the same sense that nobody would expect to find a giant’s
 +heart in a casket under the sea. Now, it would be very dangerous to
 +classify the metaphors of the poets. When Shelley says that the cloud
 +will rise ‘like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,’ it
 +would be quite possible to call the first a case of the coarse primitive
 +birth-myth and the second a survival of the ghost-worship which became
 +ancestor-worship. But it is the wrong way of dealing with a cloud; and
 +is liable to leave the learned in the condition of Polonius, only too
 +ready to think it like a weasel, or very like a whale.</p>
 +
 +<p>Two facts follow from this psychology of day-dreams, which must be kept
 +in mind throughout their development in mythologies and even religions.
 +First, these imaginative impressions are often strictly local. So far
 +from being abstractions turned into allegories, they are often images
 +almost concentrated<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_118" id="page_118">{118}</a></span> into idols. The poet feels the mystery of a
 +particular forest; not of the science of afforestation or the department
 +of woods and forests. He worships the peak of a particular mountain, not
 +the abstract idea of altitude. So we find the god is not merely water
 +but often one special river; he may be the sea because the sea is single
 +like a stream; the river that runs round the world. Ultimately doubtless
 +many deities are enlarged into elements; but they are something more
 +than omnipresent. Apollo does not merely dwell wherever the sun shines;
 +his home is on the rock of Delphi. Diana is great enough to be in three
 +places at once, earth and heaven and hell, but greater is Diana of the
 +Ephesians. This localised feeling has its lowest form in the mere fetish
 +or talisman, such as millionaires put on their motor-cars. But it can
 +also harden into something like a high and serious religion, where it is
 +connected with high and serious duties; into the gods of the city or
 +even the gods of the hearth.</p>
 +
 +<p>The second consequence is this: that in these pagan cults there is every
 +shade of sincerity&mdash;and insincerity. In what sense exactly did an
 +Athenian really think he had to sacrifice to Pallas Athene? What scholar
 +is really certain of the answer? In what sense did Dr. Johnson really
 +think that he had to touch all the posts in the street or that he had to
 +collect orange-peel? In what sense does a child really think that he
 +ought to step on every alternate paving-stone? Two things are at least
 +fairly clear. First, in simpler and less self-conscious times these
 +forms could become more solid without really becoming more serious.
 +Day-dreams could be acted in broad daylight, with more liberty of
 +artistic expression; but still perhaps with something of the light step
 +of the somnambulist. Wrap Dr. Johnson in an antique mantle, crown him
 +(by his kind permission) with a garland, and he will move in state under
 +those ancient skies of morning; touching a series of sacred posts<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_119" id="page_119">{119}</a></span>
 +carved with the heads of the strange terminal gods, that stand at the
 +limits of the land and of the life of man. Make the child free of the
 +marbles and mosaics of some classic temple, to play on a whole floor
 +inlaid with squares of black and white; and he will willingly make this
 +fulfilment of his idle and drifting day-dream the clear field for a
 +grave and graceful dance. But the posts and the paving-stones are little
 +more and little less real than they are under modern limits. They are
 +not really much more serious for being taken seriously. They have the
 +sort of sincerity that they always had; the sincerity of art as a symbol
 +that expresses very real spiritualities under the surface of life. But
 +they are only sincere in the same sense as art; not sincere in the same
 +sense as morality. The eccentric’s collection of orange-peel may turn to
 +oranges in a Mediterranean festival or to golden apples in a
 +Mediterranean myth. But they are never on the same plane with the
 +difference between giving the orange to a blind beggar and carefully
 +placing the orange-peel so that the beggar may fall and break his leg.
 +Between these two things there is a difference of kind and not of
 +degree. The child does not think it wrong to step on the paving-stone as
 +he thinks it wrong to step on the dog’s tail. And it is very certain
 +that whatever jest or sentiment or fancy first set Johnson touching the
 +wooden posts, he never touched wood with any of the feeling with which
 +he stretched out his hands to the timber of that terrible tree, which
 +was the death of God and the life of man.</p>
 +
 +<p>As already noted, this does not mean that there was no reality or even
 +no religious sentiment in such a mood. As a matter of fact the Catholic
 +Church has taken over with uproarious success the whole of this popular
 +business of giving people local legends and lighter ceremonial
 +movements. In so far as all this sort of paganism was innocent and in
 +touch with nature, there is no reason why it should not be patronised by
 +patron saints as much as by pagan<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_120" id="page_120">{120}</a></span> gods. And in any case there are
 +degrees of seriousness in the most natural make-believe. There is all
 +the difference between fancying there are fairies in the wood, which
 +often only means fancying a certain wood as fit for fairies, and really
 +frightening ourselves until we will walk a mile rather than pass a house
 +we have told ourselves is haunted. Behind all these things is the fact
 +that beauty and terror are very real things and related to a real
 +spiritual world; and to touch them at all, even in doubt or fancy, is to
 +stir the deep things of the soul. We all understand that and the pagans
 +understood it. The point is that paganism did not really stir the soul
 +except with these doubts and fancies; with the consequence that we
 +to-day can have little beyond doubts and fancies about paganism. All the
 +best critics agree that all the greatest poets, in pagan Hellas for
 +example, had an attitude towards their gods which is quite queer and
 +puzzling to men in the Christian era. There seems to be an admitted
 +conflict between the god and the man; but everybody seems to be doubtful
 +about which is the hero and which is the villain. This doubt does not
 +merely apply to a doubter like Euripides in the Bacchae; it applies to a
 +moderate conservative like Sophocles in the Antigone; or even to a
 +regular Tory and reactionary like Aristophanes in the Frogs. Sometimes
 +it would seem that the Greeks believed above all things in reverence,
 +only they had nobody to revere. But the point of the puzzle is this:
 +that all this vagueness and variation arise from the fact that the whole
 +thing began in fancy and in dreaming; and that there are no rules of
 +architecture for a castle in the clouds.</p>
 +
 +<p>This is the mighty and branching tree called mythology which ramifies
 +round the whole world, whose remote branches under separate skies bear
 +like coloured birds the costly idols of Asia and the half-baked fetishes
 +of Africa and the fairy kings and princesses of the folk-tales of the
 +forests, and buried<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_121" id="page_121">{121}</a></span> amid vines and olives the Lares of the Latins, and
 +carried on the clouds of Olympus the buoyant supremacy of the gods of
 +Greece. These are the myths: and he who has no sympathy with myths has
 +no sympathy with men. But he who has most sympathy with myths will most
 +fully realise that they are not and never were a religion, in the sense
 +that Christianity or even Islam is a religion. They satisfy some of the
 +needs satisfied by a religion; and notably the need for doing certain
 +things at certain dates; the need of the twin ideas of festivity and
 +formality. But though they provide a man with a calendar, they do not
 +provide him with a creed. A man did not stand up and say ‘I believe in
 +Jupiter and Juno and Neptune,’ etc., as he stands up and says ‘I believe
 +in God the Father Almighty’ and the rest of the Apostles’ Creed. Many
 +believed in some and not in others, or more in some and less in others,
 +or only in a very vague poetical sense in any. There was no moment when
 +they were all collected into an orthodox order which men would fight and
 +be tortured to keep intact. Still less did anybody ever say in that
 +fashion: ‘I believe in Odin and Thor and Freya,’ for outside Olympus
 +even the Olympian order grows cloudy and chaotic. It seems clear to me
 +that Thor was not a god at all but a hero. Nothing resembling a religion
 +would picture anybody resembling a god as groping like a pigmy in a
 +great cavern, that turned out to be the glove of a giant. That is the
 +glorious ignorance called adventure. Thor may have been a great
 +adventurer; but to call him a god is like trying to compare Jehovah with
 +Jack and the Beanstalk. Odin seems to have been a real barbarian chief,
 +possibly of the Dark Ages after Christianity. Polytheism fades away at
 +its fringes into fairy-tales or barbaric memories; it is not a thing
 +like monotheism as held by serious monotheists. Again it does satisfy
 +the need to cry out on some uplifted name or some noble memory in
 +moments that are themselves noble<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_122" id="page_122">{122}</a></span> and uplifted; such as the birth of a
 +child or the saving of a city. But the name was so used by many to whom
 +it was only a name. Finally it did satisfy, or rather it partially
 +satisfied, a thing very deep in humanity indeed; the idea of
 +surrendering something as the portion of the unknown powers; of pouring
 +out wine upon the ground, of throwing a ring into the sea; in a word, of
 +sacrifice. It is the wise and worthy idea of not taking our advantage to
 +the full; of putting something in the other balance to ballast our
 +dubious pride, of paying tithes to nature for our land. This deep truth
 +of the danger of insolence, or being too big for our boots, runs through
 +all the great Greek tragedies and makes them great. But it runs side by
 +side with an almost cryptic agnosticism about the real nature of the
 +gods to be propitiated. Where that gesture of surrender is most
 +magnificent, as among the great Greeks, there is really much more idea
 +that the man will be the better for losing the ox than that the god will
 +be the better for getting it. It is said that in its grosser forms there
 +are often actions grotesquely suggestive of the god really eating the
 +sacrifice. But this fact is falsified by the error that I put first in
 +this note on mythology. It is misunderstanding the psychology of
 +day-dreams. A child pretending there is a goblin in a hollow tree will
 +do a crude and material thing, like leaving a piece of cake for him. A
 +poet might do a more dignified and elegant thing, like bringing to the
 +god fruits as well as flowers. But the degree of <i>seriousness</i> in both
 +acts may be the same or it may vary in almost any degree. The crude
 +fancy is no more a creed than the ideal fancy is a creed. Certainly the
 +pagan does not disbelieve like an atheist, any more than he believes
 +like a Christian. He feels the presence of powers about which he guesses
 +and invents. St. Paul said that the Greeks had one altar to an unknown
 +god. But in truth all their gods were unknown gods. And the real break
 +in history<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_123" id="page_123">{123}</a></span> did come when St. Paul declared to them whom they had
 +ignorantly worshipped.</p>
 +
 +<p>The substance of all such paganism may be summarised thus. It is an
 +attempt to reach the divine reality through the imagination alone; in
 +its own field reason does not restrain it at all. It is vital to the
 +view of all history that reason is something separate from religion even
 +in the most rational of these civilisations. It is only as an
 +afterthought, when such cults are decadent or on the defensive, that a
 +few Neo-Platonists or a few Brahmins are found trying to rationalise
 +them, and even then only by trying to allegorise them. But in reality
 +the rivers of mythology and philosophy run parallel and do not mingle
 +till they meet in the sea of Christendom. Simple secularists still talk
 +as if the Church had introduced a sort of schism between reason and
 +religion. The truth is that the Church was actually the first thing that
 +ever tried to combine reason and religion. There had never before been
 +any such union of the priests and the philosophers. Mythology, then,
 +sought God through the imagination; or sought truth by means of beauty,
 +in the sense in which beauty includes much of the most grotesque
 +ugliness. But the imagination has its own laws and therefore its own
 +triumphs, which neither logicians nor men of science can understand. It
 +remained true to that imaginative instinct through a thousand
 +extravagances, through every crude cosmic pantomime of a pig eating the
 +moon or the world being cut out of a cow, through all the dizzy
 +convolutions and mystic malformations of Asiatic art, through all the
 +stark and staring rigidity of Egyptian and Assyrian portraiture, through
 +every kind of cracked mirror of mad art that seemed to deform the world
 +and displace the sky, it remained true to something about which there
 +can be no argument; something that makes it possible for some artist of
 +some school to stand suddenly still before that particular deformity and
 +say, ‘My dream<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_124" id="page_124">{124}</a></span> has come true.’ Therefore do we all in fact feel that
 +pagan or primitive myths are infinitely suggestive, so long as we are
 +wise enough not to inquire what they suggest. Therefore we all feel what
 +is meant by Prometheus stealing fire from heaven, until some prig of a
 +pessimist or progressive person explains what it means. Therefore we all
 +know the meaning of Jack and the Beanstalk, until we are told. In this
 +sense it is true that it is the ignorant who accept myths, but only
 +because it is the ignorant who appreciate poems. Imagination has its own
 +laws and triumphs; and a tremendous power began to clothe its images,
 +whether images in the mind or in the mud, whether in the bamboo of the
 +South Sea Islands or the marble of the mountains of Hellas. But there
 +was always a trouble in the triumph, which in these pages I have tried
 +to analyse in vain; but perhaps I might in conclusion state it thus.</p>
 +
 +<p>The crux and crisis is that man found it natural to worship; even
 +natural to worship unnatural things. The posture of the idol might be
 +stiff and strange; but the gesture of the worshipper was generous and
 +beautiful. He not only felt freer when he bent; he actually felt taller
 +when he bowed. Henceforth anything that took away the gesture of worship
 +would stunt and even maim him for ever. Henceforth being merely secular
 +would be a servitude and an inhibition. If man cannot pray he is gagged;
 +if he cannot kneel he is in irons. We therefore feel throughout the
 +whole of paganism a curious double feeling of trust and distrust. When
 +the man makes the gesture of salutation and of sacrifice, when he pours
 +out the libation or lifts up the sword, he knows he is doing a worthy
 +and a virile thing. He knows he is doing one of the things for which a
 +man was made. His imaginative experiment is therefore justified. But
 +precisely because it began with imagination, there is to the end
 +something of mockery in it, and especially in the object of it. This
 +mockery, in the more<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_125" id="page_125">{125}</a></span> intense moments of the intellect, becomes the
 +almost intolerable irony of Greek tragedy. There seems a disproportion
 +between the priest and the altar or between the altar and the god. The
 +priest seems more solemn and almost more sacred than the god. All the
 +order of the temple is solid and sane and satisfactory to certain parts
 +of our nature; except the very centre of it, which seems strangely
 +mutable and dubious, like a dancing flame. It is the first thought round
 +which the whole has been built; and the first thought is still a fancy
 +and almost a frivolity. In that strange place of meeting, the man seems
 +more statuesque than the statue. He himself can stand for ever in the
 +noble and natural attitude of the statue of the Praying Boy. But
 +whatever name be written on the pedestal, whether Zeus or Ammon or
 +Apollo, the god whom he worships is Proteus.</p>
 +
 +<p>The Praying Boy may be said to express a need rather than to satisfy a
 +need. It is by a normal and necessary action that his hands are lifted;
 +but it is no less a parable that his hands are empty. About the nature
 +of that need there will be more to say; but at this point it may be said
 +that perhaps after all this true instinct, that prayer and sacrifice are
 +a liberty and an enlargement, refers back to that vast and
 +half-forgotten conception of universal fatherhood, which we have already
 +seen everywhere fading from the morning sky. This is true; and yet it is
 +not all the truth. There remains an indestructible instinct, in the poet
 +as represented by the pagan, that he is not entirely wrong in localising
 +his god. It is something in the soul of poetry if not of piety. And the
 +greatest of poets, when he defined the poet, did not say that he gave us
 +the universe or the absolute or the infinite; but, in his own larger
 +language, a local habitation and a name. No poet is merely a pantheist;
 +those who are counted most pantheistic, like Shelley, start with some
 +local and particular image as the pagans did. After all, Shelley<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_126" id="page_126">{126}</a></span> wrote
 +of the skylark because it was a skylark. You could not issue an imperial
 +or international translation of it for use in South Africa, in which it
 +was changed to an ostrich. So the mythological imagination moves as it
 +were in circles, hovering either to find a place or to return to it. In
 +a word, mythology is a <i>search</i>; it is something that combines a
 +recurrent desire with a recurrent doubt, mixing a most hungry sincerity
 +in the idea of seeking for a place with a most dark and deep and
 +mysterious levity about all the places found. So far could the lonely
 +imagination lead, and we must turn later to the lonely reason. Nowhere
 +along this road did the two ever travel together.</p>
 +
 +<p>That is where all these things differed from religion in the reality in
 +which these different dimensions met or a sort of solid. They differed
 +from the reality not in what they looked like but in what they were. A
 +picture may look like a landscape; it may look in every detail exactly
 +like a landscape. The only detail in which it differs is that it is not
 +a landscape. The difference is only that which divides a portrait of
 +Queen Elizabeth from Queen Elizabeth. Only in this mythical and mystical
 +world the portrait could exist before the person; and the portrait was
 +therefore more vague and doubtful. But anybody who has felt and fed on
 +the atmosphere of these myths will know what I mean when I say that in
 +one sense they did not really profess to be realities. The pagans had
 +dreams about realities; and they would have been the first to admit, in
 +their own words, that some came through the gate of ivory and others
 +through the gate of horn. The dreams do indeed tend to be very vivid
 +dreams when they touch on those tender or tragic things, which can
 +really make a sleeper awaken with the sense that his heart has been
 +broken in his sleep. They tend continually to hover over certain
 +passionate themes of meeting and parting, of a life that ends in death
 +or a death that is the begin<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_127" id="page_127">{127}</a></span>ning of life. Demeter wanders over a
 +stricken world looking for a stolen child; Isis stretches out her arms
 +over the earth in vain to gather the limbs of Osiris; and there is
 +lamentation upon the hills for Atys and through the woods for Adonis.
 +There mingles with all such mourning the mystical and profound sense
 +that death can be a deliverer and an appeasement; that such death gives
 +us a divine blood for a renovating river and that all good is found in
 +gathering the broken body of the god. We may truly call these
 +foreshadowings; so long as we remember that foreshadowings are shadows.
 +And the metaphor of a shadow happens to hit very exactly the truth that
 +is very vital here. For a shadow is a shape; a thing which reproduces
 +shape but not texture. These things were something <i>like</i> the real
 +thing; and to say that they were like is to say that they were
 +different. Saying something is like a dog is another way of saying it is
 +not a dog; and it is in this sense of identity that a myth is not a man.
 +Nobody really thought of Isis as a human being; nobody really thought of
 +Demeter as a historical character; nobody thought of Adonis as the
 +founder of a Church. There was no idea that any one of them had changed
 +the world; but rather that their recurrent death and life bore the sad
 +and beautiful burden of the changelessness of the world. Not one of them
 +was a revolution, save in the sense of the revolution of the sun and
 +moon. Their whole meaning is missed if we do not see that they mean the
 +shadows that we are and the shadows that we pursue. In certain
 +sacrificial and communal aspects they naturally suggest what sort of a
 +god might satisfy men; but they do not profess to be satisfied. Any one
 +who says they do is a bad judge of poetry.</p>
 +
 +<p>Those who talk about Pagan Christs have less sympathy with Paganism than
 +with Christianity. Those who call these cults ‘religions,’ and ‘compare’
 +them with the certitude and challenge of the Church<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_128" id="page_128">{128}</a></span> have much less
 +appreciation than we have of what made heathenism human, or of why
 +classic literature is still something that hangs in the air like a song.
 +It is no very human tenderness for the hungry to prove that hunger is
 +the same as food. It is no very genial understanding of youth to argue
 +that hope destroys the need for happiness. And it is utterly unreal to
 +argue that these images in the mind, admired entirely in the abstract,
 +were even in the same world with a living man and a living polity that
 +were worshipped because they were concrete. We might as well say that a
 +boy playing at robbers is the same as a man in his first day in the
 +trenches; or that a boy’s first fancies about ‘the not impossible she’
 +are the same as the sacrament of marriage. They are fundamentally
 +different exactly where they are superficially similar; we might almost
 +say they are not the same even when they are the same. They are only
 +different because one is real and the other is not. I do not mean merely
 +that I myself believe that one is true and the other is not. I mean that
 +one was never meant to be true in the same sense as the other. The sense
 +in which it was meant to be true I have tried to suggest vaguely here,
 +but it is undoubtedly very subtle and almost indescribable. It is so
 +subtle that the students who profess to put it up as a rival to our
 +religion miss the whole meaning and purport of their own study. We know
 +better than the scholars, even those of us who are no scholars, what was
 +in that hollow cry that went forth over the dead Adonis and why the
 +Great Mother had a daughter wedded to death. We have entered more deeply
 +than they into the Eleusinian Mysteries and have passed a higher grade,
 +where gate within gate guarded the wisdom of Orpheus. We know the
 +meaning of all the myths. We know the last secret revealed to the
 +perfect initiate. And it is not the voice of a priest or a prophet
 +saying, ‘These things are.’ It is the voice of a dreamer and an idealist
 +crying, ‘Why cannot these things be?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_129" id="page_129">{129}</a></span>’</p>
 +
 +<h3><a name="CHAPTER_VI-a" id="CHAPTER_VI-a"></a>CHAPTER VI<br /><br />
 +THE DEMONS AND THE PHILOSOPHERS</h3>
 +
 +<p class="nind"><span class="smcap">I have</span> dwelt at some little length on this imaginative sort of paganism,
 +which has crowded the world with temples and is everywhere the parent of
 +popular festivity. For the central history of civilisation, as I see it,
 +consists of two further stages before the final stage of Christendom.
 +The first was the struggle between this paganism and something less
 +worthy than itself, and the second the process by which it grew in
 +itself less worthy. In this very varied and often very vague polytheism
 +there was a weakness of original sin. Pagan gods were depicted as
 +tossing men like dice; and indeed they are loaded dice. About sex
 +especially men are born unbalanced; we might almost say men are born
 +mad. They scarcely reach sanity till they reach sanctity. This
 +disproportion dragged down the winged fancies; and filled the end of
 +paganism with a mere filth and litter of spawning gods. But the first
 +point to realise is that this sort of paganism had an early collision
 +with another sort of paganism; and that the issue of that essentially
 +spiritual struggle really determined the history of the world. In order
 +to understand it we must pass to a review of the other kind of paganism.
 +It can be considered much more briefly; indeed, there is a very real
 +sense in which the less that is said about it the better. If we have
 +called the first sort of mythology the day-dream, we might very well
 +call the second sort of mythology the nightmare.</p>
 +
 +<p>Superstition recurs in all ages, and especially in rationalistic ages. I
 +remember defending the religious<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_130" id="page_130">{130}</a></span> tradition against a whole
 +luncheon-table of distinguished agnostics; and before the end of our
 +conversation every one of them had procured from his pocket, or
 +exhibited on his watch-chain, some charm or talisman from which he
 +admitted that he was never separated. I was the only person present who
 +had neglected to provide himself with a fetish. Superstition recurs in a
 +rationalist age because it rests on something which, if not identical
 +with rationalism, is not unconnected with scepticism. It is at least
 +very closely connected with agnosticism. It rests on something that is
 +really a very human and intelligible sentiment, like the local
 +invocations of the <i>numen</i> in popular paganism. But it is an agnostic
 +sentiment, for it rests on two feelings: first that we do not really
 +know the laws of the universe; and second that they may be very
 +different from all that we call reason. Such men realise the real truth
 +that enormous things do often turn upon tiny things. When a whisper
 +comes, from tradition or what not, that one particular tiny thing is the
 +key or clue, something deep and not altogether senseless in human nature
 +tells them that it is not unlikely. This feeling exists in both the
 +forms of paganism here under consideration. But when we come to the
 +second form of it, we find it transformed and filled with another and
 +more terrible spirit.</p>
 +
 +<p>In dealing with the lighter thing called mythology, I have said little
 +about the most disputable aspect of it; the extent to which such
 +invocation of the spirits of the sea or the elements can indeed call
 +spirits from the vasty deep; or rather (as the Shakespearean scoffer put
 +it) whether the spirits come when they are called. I believe that I am
 +right in thinking that this problem, practical as it sounds, did not
 +play a dominant part in the poetical business of mythology. But I think
 +it even more obvious, on the evidence, that things of that sort have
 +sometimes appeared, even if they were only appearances. But when we<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_131" id="page_131">{131}</a></span>
 +come to the world of superstition, in a more subtle sense, there is a
 +shade of difference; a deepening and a darkening shade. Doubtless most
 +popular superstition is as frivolous as any popular mythology. Men do
 +not believe as a dogma that God would throw a thunderbolt at them for
 +walking under a ladder; more often they amuse themselves with the not
 +very laborious exercise of walking round it. There is no more in it than
 +what I have already adumbrated; a sort of airy agnosticism about the
 +possibilities of so strange a world. But there is another sort of
 +superstition that does definitely look for results; what might be called
 +a realistic superstition. And with that the question of whether spirits
 +do answer or do appear becomes much more serious. As I have said, it
 +seems to me pretty certain that they sometimes do; but about that there
 +is a distinction that has been the beginning of much evil in the world.</p>
 +
 +<p>Whether it be because the Fall has really brought men nearer to less
 +desirable neighbours in the spiritual world, or whether it is merely
 +that the mood of men eager or greedy finds it easier to imagine evil, I
 +believe that the black magic of witchcraft has been much more practical
 +and much less poetical than the white magic of mythology. I fancy the
 +garden of the witch has been kept much more carefully than the woodland
 +of the nymph. I fancy the evil field has even been more fruitful than
 +the good. To start with, some impulse, perhaps a sort of desperate
 +impulse, drove men to the darker powers when dealing with practical
 +problems. There was a sort of secret and perverse feeling that the
 +darker powers would really do things; that they had no nonsense about
 +them. And indeed that popular phrase exactly expresses the point. The
 +gods of mere mythology had a great deal of nonsense about them. They had
 +a great deal of good nonsense about them; in the happy and hilarious
 +sense in which we talk of the nonsense of Jabberwocky or the Land where
 +the<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_132" id="page_132">{132}</a></span> Jumblies live. But the man consulting a demon felt as many a man
 +has felt in consulting a detective, especially a private detective: that
 +it was dirty work but the work would really be done. A man did not
 +exactly go into the wood to meet a nymph; he rather went with the hope
 +of meeting a nymph. It was an adventure rather than an assignation. But
 +the devil really kept his appointments and even in one sense kept his
 +promises; even if a man sometimes wished afterwards, like Macbeth, that
 +he had broken them.</p>
 +
 +<p>In the accounts given us of many rude or savage races we gather that the
 +cult of demons often came after the cult of deities, and even after the
 +cult of one single and supreme deity. It may be suspected that in almost
 +all such places the higher deity is felt to be too far off for appeal in
 +certain petty matters, and men invoke the spirits because they are in a
 +more literal sense familiar spirits. But with the idea of employing the
 +demons who get things done, a new idea appears more worthy of the
 +demons. It may indeed be truly described as the idea of being worthy of
 +the demons; of making oneself fit for their fastidious and exacting
 +society. Superstition of the lighter sort toys with the idea that some
 +trifle, some small gesture such as throwing the salt, may touch the
 +hidden spring that works the mysterious machinery of the world. And
 +there is after all something in the idea of such an Open Sesame. But
 +with the appeal to lower spirits comes the horrible notion that the
 +gesture must not only be very small but very low; that it must be a
 +monkey trick of an utterly ugly and unworthy sort. Sooner or later a man
 +deliberately sets himself to do the most disgusting thing he can think
 +of. It is felt that the extreme of evil will extort a sort of attention
 +or answer from the evil powers under the surface of the world. This is
 +the meaning of most of the cannibalism in the world. For most
 +cannibalism is not a primitive or even a<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_133" id="page_133">{133}</a></span> bestial habit. It is
 +artificial and even artistic; a sort of art for art’s sake. Men do not
 +do it because they do not think it horrible; but, on the contrary,
 +because they do think it horrible. They wish, in the most literal sense,
 +to sup on horrors. That is why it is often found that rude races like
 +the Australian natives are not cannibals; while much more refined and
 +intelligent races, like the New Zealand Maories, occasionally are. They
 +are refined and intelligent enough to indulge sometimes in a
 +self-conscious diabolism. But if we could understand their minds, or
 +even really understand their language, we should probably find that they
 +were not acting as ignorant, that is as innocent cannibals. They are not
 +doing it because they do not think it wrong, but precisely because they
 +do think it wrong. They are acting like a Parisian decadent at a Black
 +Mass. But the Black Mass has to hide underground from the presence of
 +the real Mass. In other words, the demons have really been in hiding
 +since the coming of Christ on earth. The cannibalism of the higher
 +barbarians is in hiding from the civilisation of the white man. But
 +before Christendom, and especially outside Europe, this was not always
 +so. In the ancient world the demons often wandered abroad like dragons.
 +They could be positively and publicly enthroned as gods. Their enormous
 +images could be set up in public temples in the centre of populous
 +cities. And all over the world the traces can be found of this striking
 +and solid fact, so curiously overlooked by the moderns who speak of all
 +such evil as primitive and early in evolution, that as a matter of fact
 +some of the very highest civilisations of the world were the very places
 +where the horns of Satan were exalted, not only to the stars but in the
 +face of the sun.</p>
 +
 +<p>Take for example the Aztecs and American Indians of the ancient empires
 +of Mexico and Peru. They were at least as elaborate as Egypt or China
 +and only less lively than that central civilisation which is our<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_134" id="page_134">{134}</a></span> own.
 +But those who criticise that central civilisation (which is always their
 +own civilisation) have a curious habit of not merely doing their
 +legitimate duty in condemning its crimes, but of going out of their way
 +to idealise its victims. They always assume that before the advent of
 +Europe there was nothing anywhere but Eden. And Swinburne, in that
 +spirited chorus of the nations in ‘Songs before Sunrise,’ used an
 +expression about Spain in her South American conquests which always
 +struck me as very strange. He said something about ‘her sins and sons
 +through sinless lands dispersed,’ and how they ‘made accursed the name
 +of man and thrice accursed the name of God.’ It may be reasonable enough
 +that he should say the Spaniards were sinful, but why in the world
 +should he say that the South Americans were sinless? Why should he have
 +supposed that continent to be exclusively populated by archangels or
 +saints perfect in heaven? It would be a strong thing to say of the most
 +respectable neighbourhood; but when we come to think of what we really
 +do know of that society the remark is rather funny. We know that the
 +sinless priests of this sinless people worshipped sinless gods, who
 +accepted as the nectar and ambrosia of their sunny paradise nothing but
 +incessant human sacrifice accompanied by horrible torments. We may note
 +also in the mythology of this American civilisation that element of
 +reversal or violence against instinct of which Dante wrote; which runs
 +backwards everywhere through the unnatural religion of the demons. It is
 +notable not only in ethics but in aesthetics. A South American idol was
 +made as ugly as possible, as a Greek image was made as beautiful as
 +possible. They were seeking the secret of power, by working backwards
 +against their own nature and the nature of things. There was always a
 +sort of yearning to carve at last, in gold or granite or the dark red
 +timber of the forests, a face at which the sky itself would break like a
 +cracked mirror.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_135" id="page_135">{135}</a></span></p>
 +
 +<p>In any case it is clear enough that the painted and gilded civilisation
 +of tropical America systematically indulged in human sacrifice. It is by
 +no means clear, so far as I know, that the Eskimos ever indulged in
 +human sacrifice. They were not civilised enough. They were too closely
 +imprisoned by the white winter and the endless dark. Chill penury
 +repressed their noble rage and froze the genial current of the soul. It
 +was in brighter days and broader daylight that the noble rage is found
 +unmistakably raging. It was in richer and more instructed lands that the
 +genial current flowed on the altars, to be drunk by great gods wearing
 +goggling and grinning masks and called on in terror or torment by long
 +cacophonous names that sound like laughter in hell. A warmer climate and
 +a more scientific cultivation were needed to bring forth these blooms;
 +to draw up towards the sun the large leaves and flamboyant blossoms that
 +gave their gold and crimson and purple to that garden, which Swinburne
 +compares to the Hesperides. There was at least no doubt about the
 +dragon.</p>
 +
 +<p>I do not raise in this connection the special controversy about Spain
 +and Mexico; but I may remark in passing that it resembles exactly the
 +question that must in some sense be raised afterwards about Rome and
 +Carthage. In both cases there has been a queer habit among the English
 +of always siding against the Europeans, and representing the rival
 +civilisation, in Swinburne’s phrase, as sinless; when its sins were
 +obviously crying or rather screaming to heaven. For Carthage also was a
 +high civilisation, indeed a much more highly civilised civilisation. And
 +Carthage also founded that civilisation on a religion of fear, sending
 +up everywhere the smoke of human sacrifice. Now it is very right to
 +rebuke our own race or religion for falling short of our own standards
 +and ideals. But it is absurd to pretend that they fell lower than the
 +other races and religions that professed the very opposite standards and
 +ideals. There is a very real<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_136" id="page_136">{136}</a></span> sense in which the Christian is worse than
 +the heathen, the Spaniard worse than the Red Indian, or even the Roman
 +potentially worse than the Carthaginian. But there is only one sense in
 +which he is worse; and that is not in being positively worse. The
 +Christian is only worse because it is his business to be better.</p>
 +
 +<p>This inverted imagination produces things of which it is better not to
 +speak. Some of them indeed might almost be named without being known;
 +for they are of that extreme evil which seems innocent to the innocent.
 +They are too inhuman even to be indecent. But without dwelling much
 +longer in these dark corners, it may be noted as not irrelevant here
 +that certain anti-human antagonisms seem to recur in this tradition of
 +black magic. There may be suspected as running through it everywhere,
 +for instance, a mystical hatred of the idea of childhood. People would
 +understand better the popular fury against the witches, if they
 +remembered that the malice most commonly attributed to them was
 +preventing the birth of children. The Hebrew prophets were perpetually
 +protesting against the Hebrew race relapsing into an idolatry that
 +involved such a war upon children; and it is probable enough that this
 +abominable apostasy from the God of Israel has occasionally appeared in
 +Israel since, in the form of what is called ritual murder; not of course
 +by any representative of the religion of Judaism, but by individual and
 +irresponsible diabolists who did happen to be Jews. This sense that the
 +forces of evil especially threaten childhood is found again in the
 +enormous popularity of the Child Martyr of the Middle Ages. Chaucer did
 +but give another version of a very national English legend, when he
 +conceived the wickedest of all possible witches as the dark alien woman
 +watching behind her high lattice and hearing, like the babble of a brook
 +down the stony street, the singing of little St. Hugh.</p>
 +
 +<p>Anyhow the part of such speculations that concerns this story centred
 +especially round that eastern<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_137" id="page_137">{137}</a></span> end of the Mediterranean where the nomads
 +had turned gradually into traders and had begun to trade with the whole
 +world. Indeed in the sense of trade and travel and colonial extension,
 +it already had something like an empire of the whole world. Its purple
 +dye, the emblem of its rich pomp and luxury, had steeped the wares which
 +were sold far away amid the last crags of Cornwall and the sails that
 +entered the silence of tropic seas amid all the mystery of Africa. It
 +might be said truly to have painted the map purple. It was already a
 +world-wide success, when the princes of Tyre would hardly have troubled
 +to notice that one of their princesses had condescended to marry the
 +chief of some tribe called Judah; when the merchants of its African
 +outpost would only have curled their bearded and Semitic lips with a
 +slight smile at the mention of a village called Rome. And indeed no two
 +things could have seemed more distant from each other, not only in space
 +but in spirit, than the monotheism of the Palestinian tribe and the very
 +virtues of the small Italian republic. There was but one thing between
 +them; and the thing which divided them has united them. Very various and
 +incompatible were the things that could be loved by the consuls of Rome
 +and the prophets of Israel; but they were at one in what they hated. It
 +is very easy in both cases to represent that hatred as something merely
 +hateful. It is easy enough to make a merely harsh and inhuman figure
 +either of Elijah raving above the slaughter of Carmel or Cato thundering
 +against the amnesty of Africa. These men had their limitations and their
 +local passions; but this criticism of them is unimaginative and
 +therefore unreal. It leaves out something, something immense and
 +intermediate, facing east and west and calling up this passion in its
 +eastern and western enemies; and that something is the first subject of
 +this chapter.</p>
 +
 +<p>The civilisation that centred in Tyre and Sidon was above all things
 +practical. It has left little in the<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_138" id="page_138">{138}</a></span> way of art and nothing in the way
 +of poetry. But it prided itself upon being very efficient; and it
 +followed in its philosophy and religion that strange and sometimes
 +secret train of thought which we have already noted in those who look
 +for immediate effects. There is always in such a mentality an idea that
 +there is a short cut to the secret of all success; something that would
 +shock the world by this sort of shameless thoroughness. They believed,
 +in the appropriate modern phrase, in people who delivered the goods. In
 +their dealings with their god Moloch, they themselves were always
 +careful to deliver the goods. It was an interesting transaction, upon
 +which we shall have to touch more than once in the rest of the
 +narrative; it is enough to say here that it involved the theory I have
 +suggested about a certain attitude towards children. This was what
 +called up against it in simultaneous fury the servant of one God in
 +Palestine and the guardians of all the household gods in Rome. This is
 +what challenged two things naturally so much divided by every sort of
 +distance and disunion, whose union was to save the world.</p>
 +
 +<p>I have called the fourth and final division of the spiritual elements
 +into which I should divide heathen humanity by the name of The
 +Philosophers. I confess that it covers in my mind much that would
 +generally be classified otherwise; and that what are here called
 +philosophies are very often called religions. I believe however that my
 +own description will be found to be much the more realistic and not the
 +less respectful. But we must first take philosophy in its purest and
 +clearest form that we may trace its normal outline; and that is to be
 +found in the world of the purest and clearest outlines, that culture of
 +the Mediterranean of which we have been considering the mythologies and
 +idolatries in the last two chapters.</p>
 +
 +<p>Polytheism, or that aspect of paganism, was never to the pagan what
 +Catholicism is to the Catholic. It was never a view of the universe
 +satisfying all sides<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_139" id="page_139">{139}</a></span> of life; a complete and complex truth with
 +something to say about everything. It was only a satisfaction of one
 +side of the soul of man, even if we call it the religious side; and I
 +think it is truer to call it the imaginative side. But this it did
 +satisfy; in the end it satisfied it to satiety. All that world was a
 +tissue of interwoven tales and cults, and there ran in and out of it, as
 +we have already seen, that black thread among its more blameless
 +colours: the darker paganism that was really diabolism. But we all know
 +that this did not mean that all pagan men thought of nothing but pagan
 +gods. Precisely because mythology only satisfied one mood, they turned
 +in other moods to something totally different. But it is very important
 +to realise that it was totally different. It was too different to be
 +inconsistent. It was so alien that it did not clash. While a mob of
 +people were pouring on a public holiday to the feast of Adonis or the
 +games in honour of Apollo, this or that man would prefer to stop at home
 +and think out a little theory about the nature of things. Sometimes his
 +hobby would even take the form of thinking about the nature of God; or
 +even in that sense about the nature of the gods. But he very seldom
 +thought of pitting his nature of the gods against the gods of nature.</p>
 +
 +<p>It is necessary to insist on this abstraction in the first student of
 +abstractions. He was not so much antagonistic as absent-minded. His
 +hobby might be the universe; but at first the hobby was as private as if
 +it had been numismatics or playing draughts. And even when his wisdom
 +came to be a public possession, and almost a political institution, it
 +was very seldom on the same plane as the popular and religious
 +institutions. Aristotle, with his colossal common sense, was perhaps the
 +greatest of all philosophers; certainly the most practical of all
 +philosophers. But Aristotle would no more have set up the Absolute side
 +by side with the Apollo of Delphi,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_140" id="page_140">{140}</a></span> as a similar or rival religion, than
 +Archimedes would have thought of setting up the Lever as a sort of idol
 +or fetish to be substituted for the Palladium of the city. Or we might
 +as well imagine Euclid building an altar to an isosceles triangle, or
 +offering sacrifices to the square on the hypotenuse. The one man
 +meditated on metaphysics as the other man did on mathematics; for the
 +love of truth or for curiosity or for the fun of the thing. But that
 +sort of fun never seems to have interfered very much with the other sort
 +of fun; the fun of dancing or singing to celebrate some rascally romance
 +about Zeus becoming a bull or a swan. It is perhaps the proof of a
 +certain superficiality and even insincerity about the popular
 +polytheism, that men could be philosophers and even sceptics without
 +disturbing it. These thinkers could move the foundations of the world
 +without altering even the outline of that coloured cloud that hung above
 +it in the air.</p>
 +
 +<p>For the thinkers did move the foundations of the world; even when a
 +curious compromise seemed to prevent them from moving the foundations of
 +the city. The two great philosophers of antiquity do indeed appear to us
 +as defenders of sane and even of sacred ideas; their maxims often read
 +like the answers to sceptical questions too completely answered to be
 +always recorded. Aristotle annihilated a hundred anarchists and
 +nature-worshipping cranks by the fundamental statement that man is a
 +political animal. Plato in some sense anticipated the Catholic realism,
 +as attacked by the heretical nominalism, by insisting on the equally
 +fundamental fact that ideas are realities; that ideas exist just as men
 +exist. Plato however seemed sometimes almost to fancy that ideas exist
 +as men do not exist; or that the men need hardly be considered where
 +they conflict with the ideas. He had something of the social sentiment
 +that we call Fabian in his ideal of fitting the citizen to the city,
 +like an imaginary head to an ideal hat;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_141" id="page_141">{141}</a></span> and great and glorious as he
 +remains, he has been the father of all faddists. Aristotle anticipated
 +more fully the sacramental sanity that was to combine the body and the
 +soul of things; for he considered the nature of men as well as the
 +nature of morals, and looked to the eyes as well as to the light. But
 +though these great men were in that sense constructive and conservative,
 +they belonged to a world where thought was free to the point of being
 +fanciful. Many other great intellects did indeed follow them, some
 +exalting an abstract vision of virtue, others following more
 +rationalistically the necessity of the human pursuit of happiness. The
 +former had the name of Stoics; and their name has passed into a proverb
 +for what is indeed one of the main moral ideals of mankind: that of
 +strengthening the mind itself until it is of a texture to resist
 +calamity or even pain. But it is admitted that a great number of the
 +philosophers degenerated into what we still call sophists. They became a
 +sort of professional sceptics who went about asking uncomfortable
 +questions, and were handsomely paid for making themselves a nuisance to
 +normal people. It was perhaps an accidental resemblance to such
 +questioning quacks that was responsible for the unpopularity of the
 +great Socrates; whose death might seem to contradict the suggestion of
 +the permanent truce between the philosophers and the gods. But Socrates
 +did not die as a monotheist who denounced polytheism; certainly not as a
 +prophet who denounced idols. It is clear to any one reading between the
 +lines that there was some notion, right or wrong, of a purely personal
 +influence affecting morals and perhaps politics. The general compromise
 +remained; whether it was that the Greeks thought their myths a joke or
 +that they thought their theories a joke. There was never any collision
 +in which one really destroyed the other, and there was never any
 +combination in which one was really reconciled with the other. They
 +certainly did not work together; if anything the<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_142" id="page_142">{142}</a></span> philosopher was a
 +rival of the priest. But both seemed to have accepted a sort of
 +separation of functions and remained parts of the same social system.
 +Another important tradition descends from Pythagoras; who is significant
 +because he stands nearest to the Oriental mystics who must be considered
 +in their turn. He taught a sort of mysticism of mathematics, that number
 +is the ultimate reality; but he also seems to have taught the
 +transmigration of souls like the Brahmins; and to have left to his
 +followers certain traditional tricks of vegetarianism and water-drinking
 +very common among the eastern sages, especially those who figure in
 +fashionable drawing-rooms, like those of the later Roman Empire. But in
 +passing to eastern sages, and the somewhat different atmosphere of the
 +East, we may approach a rather important truth by another path.</p>
 +
 +<p>One of the great philosophers said that it would be well if philosophers
 +were kings, or kings were philosophers. He spoke as of something too
 +good to be true; but, as a matter of fact, it not unfrequently was true.
 +A certain type, perhaps too little noticed in history, may really be
 +called the royal philosopher. To begin with, apart from actual royalty,
 +it did occasionally become possible for the sage, though he was not what
 +we call a religious founder, to be something like a political founder.
 +And the great example of this, one of the very greatest in the world,
 +will with the very thought of it carry us thousands of miles across the
 +vast spaces of Asia to that very wonderful and in some ways that very
 +wise world of ideas and institutions, which we dismiss somewhat cheaply
 +when we talk of China. Men have served many very strange gods; and
 +trusted themselves loyally to many ideals and even idols. China is a
 +society that has really chosen to believe in intellect. It has taken
 +intellect seriously; and it may be that it stands alone in the world.
 +From a very early age it faced the dilemma of the king and the
 +philosopher by actually<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_143" id="page_143">{143}</a></span> appointing a philosopher to advise the king. It
 +made a public institution out of a private individual, who had nothing
 +in the world to do but to be intellectual. It had and has, of course,
 +many other things on the same pattern. It creates all ranks and
 +privileges by public examination; it has nothing that we call an
 +aristocracy; it is a democracy dominated by an intelligentsia. But the
 +point here is that it had philosophers to advise kings; and one of those
 +philosophers must have been a great philosopher and a great statesman.</p>
 +
 +<p>Confucius was not a religious founder or even a religious teacher;
 +possibly not even a religious man. He was not an atheist; he was
 +apparently what we call an agnostic. But the really vital point is that
 +it is utterly irrelevant to talk about his religion at all. It is like
 +talking of theology as the first thing in the story of how Rowland Hill
 +established the postal system or Baden Powell organised the Boy Scouts.
 +Confucius was not there to bring a message from heaven to humanity, but
 +to organise China; and he must have organised it exceedingly well. It
 +follows that he dealt much with morals; but he bound them up strictly
 +with manners. The peculiarity of his scheme, and of his country, in
 +which it contrasts with its great pendant the system of Christendom, is
 +that he insisted on perpetuating an external life with all its forms,
 +that outward continuity might preserve internal peace. Any one who knows
 +how much habit has to do with health, of mind as well as body, will see
 +the truth in his idea. But he will also see that the ancestor-worship
 +and the reverence for the Sacred Emperor were habits and not creeds. It
 +is unfair to the great Confucius to say he was a religious founder. It
 +is even unfair to him to say he was not a religious founder. It is as
 +unfair as going out of one’s way to say that Jeremy Bentham was not a
 +Christian martyr.</p>
 +
 +<p>But there is a class of most interesting cases in<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_144" id="page_144">{144}</a></span> which philosophers
 +were kings, and not merely the friends of kings. The combination is not
 +accidental. It has a great deal to do with this rather elusive question
 +of the function of the philosopher. It contains in it some hint of why
 +philosophy and mythology seldom came to an open rupture. It was not only
 +because there was something a little frivolous about the mythology. It
 +was also because there was something a little supercilious about the
 +philosopher. He despised the myths, but he also despised the mob; and
 +thought they suited each other. The pagan philosopher was seldom a man
 +of the people, at any rate in spirit; he was seldom a democrat and often
 +a bitter critic of democracy. He had about him an air of aristocratic
 +and humane leisure; and his part was most easily played by men who
 +happened to be in such a position. It was very easy and natural for a
 +prince or a prominent person to play at being as philosophical as
 +Hamlet, or Theseus in the <i>Midsummer Night’s Dream</i>. And from very early
 +ages we find ourselves in the presence of these princely intellectuals.
 +In fact, we find one of them in the very first recorded ages of the
 +world; sitting on that primeval throne that looked over ancient Egypt.</p>
 +
 +<p>The most intense interest of the incident of Akhenaten, commonly called
 +the Heretic Pharaoh, lies in the fact that he was the one example, at
 +any rate before Christian times, of one of these royal philosophers who
 +set himself to fight popular mythology in the name of private
 +philosophy. Most of them assumed the attitude of Marcus Aurelius, who is
 +in many ways the model of this sort of monarch and sage. Marcus Aurelius
 +has been blamed for tolerating the pagan amphitheatre or the Christian
 +martyrdoms. But it was characteristic; for this sort of man really
 +thought of popular religion just as he thought of popular circuses. Of
 +him Professor Phillimore has profoundly said ‘a great and good man&mdash;and
 +he knew it.’ The Heretic Pharaoh had a philosophy more<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_145" id="page_145">{145}</a></span> earnest and
 +perhaps more humble. For there is a corollary to the conception of being
 +too proud to fight. It is that the humble have to do most of the
 +fighting. Anyhow, the Egyptian prince was simple enough to take his own
 +philosophy seriously, and alone among such intellectual princes he
 +affected a sort of <i>coup d’état</i>; hurling down the high gods of Egypt
 +with one imperial gesture and lifting up for all men, like a blazing
 +mirror of monotheistic truth, the disc of the universal sun. He had
 +other interesting ideas often to be found in such idealists. In the
 +sense in which we speak of a Little Englander he was a Little Egypter.
 +In art he was a realist because he was an idealist; for realism is more
 +impossible than any other ideal. But after all there falls on him
 +something of the shadow of Marcus Aurelius; stalked by the shadow of
 +Professor Phillimore. What is the matter with this noble sort of prince
 +is that he has nowhere quite escaped being something of a prig.
 +Priggishness is so pungent a smell that it clings amid the faded spices
 +even to an Egyptian mummy. What was the matter with the Heretic Pharaoh,
 +as with a good many other heretics, was that he probably never paused to
 +ask himself whether there was <i>anything</i> in the popular beliefs and
 +tales of people less educated than himself. And, as already suggested,
 +there was something in them. There was a real human hunger in all that
 +element of feature and locality, that procession of deities like
 +enormous pet animals, in that unwearied watching at certain haunted
 +spots, in all the mazy wandering of mythology. Nature may not have the
 +name of Isis; Isis may not be really looking for Osiris. But it is true
 +that Nature is really looking for something. Nature is always looking
 +for the supernatural. Something much more definite was to satisfy that
 +need; but a dignified monarch with a disc of the sun did not satisfy it.
 +The royal experiment failed amid a roaring reaction of popular
 +superstitions, in which the priests rose on the<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_146" id="page_146">{146}</a></span> shoulders of the people
 +and ascended the throne of the kings.</p>
 +
 +<p>The next great example I shall take of the princely sage is Gautama, the
 +great Lord Buddha. I know he is not generally classed merely with the
 +philosophers; but I am more and more convinced, from all information
 +that reaches me, that this is the real interpretation of his immense
 +importance. He was by far the greatest and the best of these
 +intellectuals born in the purple. His reaction was perhaps the noblest
 +and most sincere of all the resultant actions of that combination of
 +thinkers and of thrones. For his reaction was renunciation. Marcus
 +Aurelius was content to say, with a refined irony, that even in a palace
 +life could be lived well. The fierier Egyptian king concluded that it
 +could be lived even better after a palace revolution. But the great
 +Gautama was the only one of them who proved he could really do without
 +his palace. One fell back on toleration and the other on revolution. But
 +after all there is something more absolute about abdication. Abdication
 +is perhaps the one really absolute action of an absolute monarch. The
 +Indian prince, reared in Oriental luxury and pomp, deliberately went out
 +and lived the life of a beggar. That is magnificent, but it is not war;
 +that is, it is not necessarily a Crusade in the Christian sense. It does
 +not decide the question of whether the life of a beggar was the life of
 +a saint or the life of a philosopher. It does not decide whether this
 +great man is really to go into the tub of Diogenes or the cave of St.
 +Jerome. Now those who seem to be nearest to the study of Buddha, and
 +certainly those who write most clearly and intelligently about him,
 +convince me for one that he was simply a philosopher who founded a
 +successful school of philosophy, and was turned into a sort of <i>divus</i>
 +or sacred being merely by the more mysterious and unscientific
 +atmosphere of all such traditions in Asia. So that it is necessary to
 +say at this point a word about that<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_147" id="page_147">{147}</a></span> invisible yet vivid border-line
 +that we cross in passing from the Mediterranean into the mystery of the
 +East.</p>
 +
 +<p>Perhaps there are no things out of which we get so little of the truth
 +as the truisms; especially when they are really true. We are all in the
 +habit of saying certain things about Asia, which are true enough but
 +which hardly help us because we do not understand their truth; as that
 +Asia is old or looks to the past or is not progressive. Now it is true
 +that Christendom is more progressive, in a sense that has very little to
 +do with the rather provincial notion of an endless fuss of political
 +improvement. Christendom does believe, for Christianity does believe,
 +that man can eventually get somewhere, here or hereafter, or in various
 +ways according to various doctrines. The world’s desire can somehow be
 +satisfied as desires are satisfied, whether by a new life or an old love
 +or some form of positive possession and fulfilment. For the rest, we all
 +know there is a rhythm and not a mere progress in things, that things
 +rise and fall; only with us the rhythm is a fairly free and incalculable
 +rhythm. For most of Asia the rhythm has hardened into a recurrence. It
 +is no longer merely a rather topsy-turvy sort of world; it is a wheel.
 +What has happened to all those highly intelligent and highly civilised
 +peoples is that they have been caught up in a sort of cosmic rotation,
 +of which the hollow hub is really nothing. In that sense the worst part
 +of existence is that it may just as well go on like that for ever. That
 +is what we really mean when we say that Asia is old or unprogressive or
 +looking backwards. That is why we see even her curved swords as arcs
 +broken from that blinding wheel; why we see her serpentine ornament as
 +returning everywhere, like a snake that is never slain. It has very
 +little to do with the political varnish of progress; all Asiatics might
 +have tophats on their heads, but if they had this spirit still in their
 +hearts they would only think the hats would<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_148" id="page_148">{148}</a></span> vanish and come round again
 +like the planets; not that running after a hat could lead them to heaven
 +or even to home.</p>
 +
 +<p>Now when the genius of Buddha arose to deal with the matter, this sort
 +of cosmic sentiment was already common to almost everything in the East.
 +There was indeed the jungle of an extraordinarily extravagant and almost
 +asphyxiating mythology. Nevertheless it is possible to have more
 +sympathy with this popular fruitfulness in folk-lore than with some of
 +the higher pessimism that might have withered it. It must always be
 +remembered, however, when all fair allowances are made, that a great
 +deal of spontaneous eastern imagery really is idolatry; the local and
 +literal worship of an idol. This is probably not true of the ancient
 +Brahminical system, at least as seen by Brahmins. But that phrase alone
 +will remind us of a reality of much greater moment. This great reality
 +is the Caste System of ancient India. It may have had some of the
 +practical advantages of the Guild System of Medieval Europe. But it
 +contrasts not only with that Christian democracy, but with every extreme
 +type of Christian aristocracy, in the fact that it does really conceive
 +the social superiority as a spiritual superiority. This not only divides
 +it fundamentally from the fraternity of Christendom, but leaves it
 +standing like a mighty and terraced mountain of pride between the
 +relatively egalitarian levels both of Islam and of China. But the fixity
 +of this formation through thousands of years is another illustration of
 +that spirit of repetition that has marked time from time immemorial. Now
 +we may also presume the prevalence of another idea which we associate
 +with the Buddhists as interpreted by the Theosophists. As a fact, some
 +of the strictest Buddhists repudiate the idea and still more scornfully
 +repudiate the Theosophists. But whether the idea is in Buddhism, or only
 +in the birthplace of Buddhism, or only in a tradition or a travesty of
 +Buddhism, it is<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_149" id="page_149">{149}</a></span> an idea entirely proper to this principle of
 +recurrence. I mean of course the idea of Reincarnation.</p>
 +
 +<p>But Reincarnation is not really a mystical idea. It is not really a
 +transcendental idea, or in that sense a religious idea. Mysticism
 +conceives something transcending experience; religion seeks glimpses of
 +a better good or a worse evil than experience can give. Reincarnation
 +need only extend experiences in the sense of repeating them. It is no
 +more transcendental for a man to remember what he did in Babylon before
 +he was born than to remember what he did in Brixton before he had a
 +knock on the head. His successive lives <i>need</i> not be any more than
 +human lives, under whatever limitations burden human life. It has
 +nothing to do with seeing God or even conjuring up the devil. In other
 +words, reincarnation as such does not necessarily escape from the wheel
 +of destiny; in some sense it is the wheel of destiny. And whether it was
 +something that Buddha founded, or something that Buddha found, or
 +something that Buddha entirely renounced when he found, it is certainly
 +something having the general character of that Asiatic atmosphere in
 +which he had to play his part. And the part he played was that of an
 +intellectual philosopher, with a particular theory about the right
 +intellectual attitude towards it.</p>
 +
 +<p>I can understand that Buddhists might resent the view that Buddhism is
 +merely a philosophy, if we understand by a philosophy merely an
 +intellectual game such as Greek sophists played, tossing up worlds and
 +catching them like balls. Perhaps a more exact statement would be that
 +Buddha was a man who made a metaphysical discipline; which might even be
 +called a psychological discipline. He proposed a way of escaping from
 +all this recurrent sorrow; and that was simply by getting rid of the
 +delusion that is called desire. It was emphatically <i>not</i> that we should
 +get what we want better by restraining our impatience for part of it, or
 +that we should get it in a<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_150" id="page_150">{150}</a></span> better way or in a better world. It was
 +emphatically that we should leave off wanting it. If once a man realised
 +that there is really no reality, that everything, including his soul, is
 +in dissolution at every instant, he would anticipate disappointment and
 +be intangible to change, existing (in so far as he could be said to
 +exist) in a sort of ecstasy of indifference. The Buddhists call this
 +beatitude, and we will not stop our story to argue the point; certainly
 +to us it is indistinguishable from despair. I do not see, for instance,
 +why the disappointment of desire should not apply as much to the most
 +benevolent desires as to the most selfish ones. Indeed the Lord of
 +Compassion seems to pity people for living rather than for dying. For
 +the rest, an intelligent Buddhist wrote, ‘The explanation of popular
 +Chinese and Japanese Buddhism is that it is not Buddhism.’ <i>That</i> has
 +doubtless ceased to be a mere philosophy, but only by becoming a mere
 +mythology. One thing is certain: it has never become anything remotely
 +resembling what we call a Church.</p>
 +
 +<p>It will appear only a jest to say that all religious history has really
 +been a pattern of noughts and crosses. But I do not by noughts mean
 +nothings, but only things that are negative compared with the positive
 +shape or pattern of the other. And though the symbol is of course only a
 +coincidence, it is a coincidence that really does coincide. The mind of
 +Asia can really be represented by a round O, if not in the sense of a
 +cypher at least of a circle. The great Asiatic symbol of a serpent with
 +its tail in its mouth is really a very perfect image of a certain idea
 +of unity and recurrence that does indeed belong to the Eastern
 +philosophies and religions. It really is a curve that in one sense
 +includes everything, and in another sense comes to nothing. In that
 +sense it does confess, or rather boast, that all argument is an argument
 +in a circle. And though the figure is but a symbol, we can see how sound
 +is the symbolic<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_151" id="page_151">{151}</a></span> sense that produces it, the parallel symbol of the
 +Wheel of Buddha generally called the Swastika. The cross is a thing at
 +right angles pointing boldly in opposite directions; but the Swastika is
 +the same thing in the very act of returning to the recurrent curve. That
 +crooked cross is in fact a cross turning into a wheel. Before we dismiss
 +even these symbols as if they were arbitrary symbols, we must remember
 +how intense was the imaginative instinct that produced them or selected
 +them both in the East and the West. The cross has become something more
 +than a historical memory; it does convey, almost as by a mathematical
 +diagram, the truth about the real point at issue; the idea of a conflict
 +stretching outwards into eternity. It is true, and even tautological, to
 +say that the cross is the crux of the whole matter.</p>
 +
 +<p>In other words, the cross, in fact as well as figure, does really stand
 +for the idea of breaking out of the circle that is everything and
 +nothing. It does escape from the circular argument by which everything
 +begins and ends in the mind. Since we are still dealing in symbols, it
 +might be put in a parable in the form of that story about St. Francis,
 +which says that the birds departing with his benediction could wing
 +their way into the infinities of the four winds of heaven, their tracks
 +making a vast cross upon the sky; for compared with the freedom of that
 +flight of birds, the very shape of the Swastika is like a kitten chasing
 +its tail. In a more popular allegory, we might say that when St. George
 +thrust his spear into the monster’s jaws, he broke in upon the solitude
 +of the self-devouring serpent and gave it something to bite besides its
 +own tail. But while many fancies might be used as figures of the truth,
 +the truth itself is abstract and absolute; though it is not very easy to
 +sum up except by such figures. Christianity does appeal to a solid truth
 +outside itself; to something which is in that sense external as well as
 +eternal. It<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_152" id="page_152">{152}</a></span> does declare that things are really there; or in other
 +words that things are really things. In this Christianity is at one with
 +common sense; but all religious history shows that this common sense
 +perishes except where there is Christianity to preserve it.</p>
 +
 +<p>It cannot otherwise exist, or at least endure, because mere thought does
 +not remain sane. In a sense it becomes too simple to be sane. The
 +temptation of the philosophers is simplicity rather than subtlety. They
 +are always attracted by insane simplifications, as men poised above
 +abysses are fascinated by death and nothingness and the empty air. It
 +needed another kind of philosopher to stand poised upon the pinnacle of
 +the Temple and keep his balance without casting himself down. One of
 +these obvious, these too obvious explanations is that everything is a
 +dream and a delusion and there is nothing outside the ego. Another is
 +that all things recur; another, which is said to be Buddhist and is
 +certainly Oriental, is the idea that what is the matter with us is our
 +creation, in the sense of our coloured differentiation and personality,
 +and that nothing will be well till we are again melted into one unity.
 +By this theory, in short, the Creation was the Fall. It is important
 +historically because it was stored up in the dark heart of Asia and went
 +forth at various times in various forms over the dim borders of Europe.
 +Here we can place the mysterious figure of Manes or Manichaeus, the
 +mystic of inversion, whom we should call a pessimist, parent of many
 +sects and heresies; here, in a higher place, the figure of Zoroaster. He
 +has been popularly identified with another of these too simple
 +explanations: the equality of evil and good, balanced and battling in
 +every atom. He also is of the school of sages that may be called
 +mystics; and from the same mysterious Persian garden came upon ponderous
 +wings Mithras, the unknown god, to trouble the last twilight of Rome.</p>
 +
 +<p>That circle or disc of the sun set up in the morning<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_153" id="page_153">{153}</a></span> of the world by
 +the remote Egyptian has been a mirror and a model for all the
 +philosophers. They have made many things out of it, and sometimes gone
 +mad about it, especially when as in these eastern sages the circle
 +became a wheel going round and round in their heads. But the point about
 +them is that they all think that existence can be represented by a
 +diagram instead of a drawing; and the rude drawings of the childish
 +myth-makers are a sort of crude and spirited protest against that view.
 +They cannot believe that religion is really not a pattern but a picture.
 +Still less can they believe that it is a picture of something that
 +really exists outside our minds. Sometimes the philosopher paints the
 +disc all black and calls himself a pessimist; sometimes he paints it all
 +white and calls himself an optimist; sometimes he divides it exactly
 +into halves of black and white and calls himself a dualist, like those
 +Persian mystics to whom I wish there were space to do justice. None of
 +them could understand a thing that began to draw the proportions just as
 +if they were real proportions, disposed in the living fashion which the
 +mathematical draughtsman would call disproportionate. Like the first
 +artist in the cave, it revealed to incredulous eyes the suggestion of a
 +new purpose in what looked like a wildly crooked pattern; he seemed only
 +to be distorting his diagram, when he began for the first time in all
 +the ages to trace the lines of a form&mdash;and of a Face.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_154" id="page_154">{154}</a></span></p>
 +
 +<h3><a name="CHAPTER_VII-a" id="CHAPTER_VII-a"></a>CHAPTER VII<br /><br />
 +THE WAR OF THE GODS AND DEMONS</h3>
 +
 +<p class="nind"><span class="smcap">The</span> materialist theory of history, that all politics and ethics are the
 +expression of economics, is a very simple fallacy indeed. It consists
 +simply of confusing the necessary conditions of life with the normal
 +preoccupations of life, that are quite a different thing. It is like
 +saying that because a man can only walk about on two legs, therefore he
 +never walks about except to buy shoes and stockings. Man cannot live
 +without the two props of food and drink, which support him like two
 +legs; but to suggest that they have been the motives of all his
 +movements in history is like saying that the goal of all his military
 +marches or religious pilgrimages must have been the Golden Leg of Miss
 +Kilmansegg or the ideal and perfect leg of Sir Willoughby Patterne. But
 +it is such movements that make up the story of mankind, and without them
 +there would practically be no story at all. Cows may be purely economic,
 +in the sense that we cannot see that they do much beyond grazing and
 +seeking better grazing-grounds; and that is why a history of cows in
 +twelve volumes would not be very lively reading. Sheep and goats may be
 +pure economists in their external action at least; but that is why the
 +sheep has hardly been a hero of epic wars and empires thought worthy of
 +detailed narration; and even the more active quadruped has not inspired
 +a book for boys called Golden Deeds of Gallant Goats or any similar
 +title. But so far from the movements that make up the story of man being
 +economic, we may say that the story only begins where the motive<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_155" id="page_155">{155}</a></span> of the
 +cows and sheep leaves off. It will be hard to maintain that the
 +Crusaders went from their homes into a howling wilderness because cows
 +go from a wilderness to a more comfortable grazing-ground. It will be
 +hard to maintain that the Arctic explorers went north with the same
 +material motive that made the swallows go south. And if you leave things
 +like all the religious wars and all the merely adventurous explorations
 +out of the human story, it will not only cease to be human at all but
 +cease to be a story at all. The outline of history is made of these
 +decisive curves and angles determined by the will of man. Economic
 +history would not even be history.</p>
 +
 +<p>But there is a deeper fallacy besides this obvious fact; that men need
 +not live for food merely because they cannot live without food. The
 +truth is that the thing most present to the mind of man is not the
 +economic machinery necessary to his existence, but rather that existence
 +itself; the world which he sees when he wakes every morning and the
 +nature of his general position in it. There is something that is nearer
 +to him than livelihood, and that is life. For once that he remembers
 +exactly what work produces his wages and exactly what wages produce his
 +meals, he reflects ten times that it is a fine day or it is a queer
 +world, or wonders whether life is worth living, or wonders whether
 +marriage is a failure, or is pleased and puzzled with his own children,
 +or remembers his own youth, or in any such fashion vaguely reviews the
 +mysterious lot of man. This is true of the majority even of the
 +wage-slaves of our morbid modern industrialism, which by its hideousness
 +and inhumanity has really forced the economic issue to the front. It is
 +immeasurably more true of the multitude of peasants or hunters or
 +fishers who make up the real mass of mankind. Even those dry pedants who
 +think that ethics depend on economics must admit that economics depend
 +on existence. And any number of normal doubts and day-dreams are<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_156" id="page_156">{156}</a></span> about
 +existence; not about how we can live, but about why we do. And the proof
 +of it is simple; as simple as suicide. Turn the universe upside down in
 +the mind and you turn all the political economists upside down with it.
 +Suppose that a man wishes to die, and the professor of political economy
 +becomes rather a bore with his elaborate explanations of how he is to
 +live. And all the departures and decisions that make our human past into
 +a story have this character of diverting the direct course of pure
 +economics. As the economist may be excused from calculating the future
 +salary of a suicide, so he may be excused from providing an old-age
 +pension for a martyr. As he need not provide for the future of a martyr,
 +so he need not provide for the family of a monk. His plan is modified in
 +lesser and varying degrees by a man being a soldier and dying for his
 +own country, by a man being a peasant and specially loving his own land,
 +by a man being more or less affected by any religion that forbids or
 +allows him to do this or that. But all these come back not to an
 +economic calculation about livelihood but to an elemental outlook upon
 +life. They all come back to what a man fundamentally feels, when he
 +looks forth from those strange windows which we call the eyes, upon that
 +strange vision that we call the world.</p>
 +
 +<p>No wise man will wish to bring more long words into the world. But it
 +may be allowable to say that we need a new thing; which may be called
 +psychological history. I mean the consideration of what things meant in
 +the mind of a man, especially an ordinary man; as distinct from what is
 +defined or deduced merely from official forms or political
 +pronouncements. I have already touched on it in such a case as the totem
 +or indeed any other popular myth. It is not enough to be told that a
 +tom-cat was called a totem; especially when it was not called a totem.
 +We want to know what it felt like. Was it like Whittington’s cat or like
 +a witch’s cat? Was<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_157" id="page_157">{157}</a></span> its real name Pasht or Puss-In-Boots? That is the
 +sort of thing we need touching the nature of political and social
 +relations. We want to know the real sentiment that was the social bond
 +of many common men, as sane and as selfish as we are. What did soldiers
 +feel when they saw splendid in the sky that strange totem that we call
 +the Golden Eagle of the Legions? What did vassals feel about those other
 +totems, the lions or the leopards upon the shield of their lord? So long
 +as we neglect this subjective side of history, which may more simply be
 +called the inside of history, there will always be a certain limitation
 +on that science which can be better transcended by art. So long as the
 +historian cannot do that, fiction will be truer than fact. There will be
 +more reality in a novel; yes, even in a historical novel.</p>
 +
 +<p>In nothing is this new history needed so much as in the psychology of
 +war. Our history is stiff with official documents, public or private,
 +which tell us nothing of the thing itself. At the worst we only have the
 +official posters, which could not have been spontaneous precisely
 +because they were official. At the best we have only the secret
 +diplomacy, which could not have been popular precisely because it was
 +secret. Upon one or other of these is based the historical judgment
 +about the real reasons that sustained the struggle. Governments fight
 +for colonies or commercial rights; governments fight about harbours or
 +high tariffs; governments fight for a gold mine or a pearl fishery. It
 +seems sufficient to answer that governments do not fight at all. Why do
 +the fighters fight? What is the psychology that sustains the terrible
 +and wonderful thing called a war? Nobody who knows anything of soldiers
 +believes the silly notion of the dons, that millions of men can be ruled
 +by force. If they were all to slack, it would be impossible to punish
 +all the slackers. And the least little touch of slacking would lose a
 +whole campaign in half a day. What did men really feel<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_158" id="page_158">{158}</a></span> about the
 +policy? If it be said that they accepted the policy from the politician,
 +what did they feel about the politician? If the vassals warred blindly
 +for their prince, what did those blind men see in their prince?</p>
 +
 +<p>There is something we all know which can only be rendered, in an
 +appropriate language, as <i>realpolitik</i>. As a matter of fact, it is an
 +almost insanely unreal politik. It is always stubbornly and stupidly
 +repeating that men fight for material ends, without reflecting for a
 +moment that the material ends are hardly ever material to the men who
 +fight. In any case, no man will die for practical politics, just as no
 +man will die for pay. Nero could not hire a hundred Christians to be
 +eaten by lions at a shilling an hour; for men will not be martyred for
 +money. But the vision called up by real politik, or realistic politics,
 +is beyond example crazy and incredible. Does anybody in the world
 +believe that a soldier says, ‘My leg is nearly dropping off, but I shall
 +go on till it drops; for after all I shall enjoy all the advantages of
 +my government obtaining a warm-water port in the Gulf of Finland.’ Can
 +anybody suppose that a clerk turned conscript says, ‘If I am gassed I
 +shall probably die in torments; but it is a comfort to reflect that
 +should I ever decide to become a pearl-diver in the South Seas, that
 +career is now open to me and my countrymen.’ Materialist history is the
 +most madly incredible of all histories, or even of all romances.
 +Whatever starts wars, the thing that sustains wars is something in the
 +soul; that is something akin to religion. It is what men feel about life
 +and about death. A man near to death is dealing directly with an
 +absolute; it is nonsense to say he is concerned only with relative and
 +remote complications that death in any case will end. If he is sustained
 +by certain loyalties, they must be loyalties as simple as death. They
 +are generally two ideas, which are only two sides of one idea. The first
 +is the love of some<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_159" id="page_159">{159}</a></span>thing said to be threatened, if it be only vaguely
 +known as home; the second is dislike and defiance of some strange thing
 +that threatens it. The first is far more philosophical than it sounds,
 +though we need not discuss it here. A man does not want his national
 +home destroyed or even changed, because he cannot even remember all the
 +good things that go with it; just as he does not want his house burnt
 +down, because he can hardly count all the things he would miss.
 +Therefore he fights for what sounds like a hazy abstraction, but is
 +really a house. But the negative side of it is quite as noble as well as
 +quite as strong. Men fight hardest when they feel that the foe is at
 +once an old enemy and an eternal stranger, that his atmosphere is alien
 +and antagonistic; as the French feel about the Prussian or the Eastern
 +Christians about the Turk. If we say it is a difference of religion,
 +people will drift into dreary bickerings about sects and dogmas. We will
 +pity them and say it is a difference about death and daylight; a
 +difference that does really come like a dark shadow between our eyes and
 +the day. Men can think of this difference even at the point of death;
 +for it is a difference about the meaning of life.</p>
 +
 +<p>Men are moved in these things by something far higher and holier than
 +policy: by hatred. When men hung on in the darkest days of the Great
 +War, suffering either in their bodies or in their souls for those they
 +loved, they were long past caring about details of diplomatic objects as
 +motives for their refusal to surrender. Of myself and those I knew best
 +I can answer for the vision that made surrender impossible. It was the
 +vision of the German Emperor’s face as he rode into Paris. This is not
 +the sentiment which some of my idealistic friends describe as Love. I am
 +quite content to call it hatred; the hatred of hell and all its works,
 +and to agree that as they do not believe in hell they need not believe
 +in hatred. But in the face of this prevalent prejudice, this long<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_160" id="page_160">{160}</a></span>
 +introduction has been unfortunately necessary, to ensure an
 +understanding of what is meant by a religious war. There is a religious
 +war when two worlds meet; that is, when two visions of the world meet;
 +or in more modern language, when two moral atmospheres meet. What is the
 +one man’s breath is the other man’s poison; and it is vain to talk of
 +giving a pestilence a place in the sun. And this is what we must
 +understand, even at the expense of digression, if we would see what
 +really happened in the Mediterranean; when right athwart the rising of
 +the Republic on the Tiber, a thing overtopping and disdaining it, dark
 +with all the riddles of Asia and trailing all the tribes and
 +dependencies of imperialism, came Carthage riding on the sea.</p>
 +
 +<p>The ancient religion of Italy was on the whole that mixture which we
 +have considered under the head of mythology; save that where the Greeks
 +had a natural turn for the mythology, the Latins seem to have had a real
 +turn for religion. Both multiplied gods, yet they sometimes seem to have
 +multiplied them for almost opposite reasons. It would seem sometimes as
 +if the Greek polytheism branched and blossomed upwards like the boughs
 +of a tree, while the Italian polytheism ramified downward like the
 +roots. Perhaps it would be truer to say that the former branches lifted
 +themselves lightly, bearing flowers; while the latter hung down, being
 +heavy with fruit. I mean that the Latins seem to multiply gods to bring
 +them nearer to men, while the Greek gods rose and radiated outwards into
 +the morning sky. What strikes us in the Italian cults is their local and
 +especially their domestic character. We gain the impression of
 +divinities swarming about the house like flies; of deities clustering
 +and clinging like bats about the pillars or building like birds under
 +the eaves. We have a vision of a god of roofs and a god of gateposts, of
 +a god of doors and even a god of drains. It has been suggested that all
 +mythology was a sort of<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_161" id="page_161">{161}</a></span> fairy-tale; but this was a particular sort of
 +fairy-tale which may truly be called a fireside tale, or a nursery-tale;
 +because it was a tale of the interior of the home; like those which make
 +chairs and tables talk like elves. The old household gods of the Italian
 +peasants seem to have been great, clumsy, wooden images, more
 +featureless than the figure-head which Quilp battered with the poker.
 +This religion of the home was very homely. Of course there were other
 +less human elements in the tangle of Italian mythology. There were Greek
 +deities superimposed on the Roman; there were here and there uglier
 +things underneath, experiments in the cruel kind of paganism, like the
 +Arician rite of the priest slaying the slayer. But these things were
 +always potential in paganism; they are certainly not the peculiar
 +character of Latin paganism. The peculiarity of that may be roughly
 +covered by saying that if mythology personified the forces of nature,
 +this mythology personified nature as transformed by the forces of man.
 +It was the god of the corn and not of the grass, of the cattle and not
 +the wild things of the forest; in short, the cult was literally a
 +culture; as when we speak of it as agriculture.</p>
 +
 +<p>With this there was a paradox which is still for many the puzzle or
 +riddle of the Latins. With religion running through every domestic
 +detail like a climbing plant, there went what seems to many the very
 +opposite spirit: the spirit of revolt. Imperialists and reactionaries
 +often invoke Rome as the very model of order and obedience; but Rome was
 +the very reverse. The real history of ancient Rome is much more like the
 +history of modern Paris. It might be called in modern language a city
 +built out of barricades. It is said that the gate of Janus was never
 +closed because there was an eternal war without; it is almost as true
 +that there was an eternal revolution within. From the first Plebeian
 +riots to the last Servile Wars, the state that imposed peace on the<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_162" id="page_162">{162}</a></span>
 +world was never really at peace. The rulers were themselves rebels.</p>
 +
 +<p>There is a real relation between this religion in private and this
 +revolution in public life. Stories none the less heroic for being
 +hackneyed remind us that the Republic was founded on a tyrannicide that
 +avenged an insult to a wife; that the Tribunes of the people were
 +re-established after another which avenged an insult to a daughter. The
 +truth is that only men to whom the family is sacred will ever have a
 +standard or a status by which to criticise the state. They alone can
 +appeal to something more holy than the gods of the city; the gods of the
 +hearth. That is why men are mystified in seeing that the same nations
 +that are thought rigid in domesticity are also thought restless in
 +politics; for instance, the Irish and the French. It is worth while to
 +dwell on this domestic point because it is an exact example of what is
 +meant here by the inside of history, like the inside of houses. Merely
 +political histories of Rome may be right enough in saying that this or
 +that was a cynical or cruel act of the Roman politicians; but the spirit
 +that lifted Rome from beneath was the spirit of all the Romans; and it
 +is not a cant to call it the ideal of Cincinnatus passing from the
 +senate to the plough. Men of that sort had strengthened their village on
 +every side, had extended its victories already over Italians and even
 +over Greeks, when they found themselves confronted with a war that
 +changed the world. I have called it here the war of the gods and demons.</p>
 +
 +<p>There was established on the opposite coast of the inland sea a city
 +that bore the name of the New Town. It was already much older, more
 +powerful, and more prosperous than the Italian town; but there still
 +remained about it an atmosphere that made the name not inappropriate. It
 +had been called new because it was a colony like New York or New
 +Zealand. It was an outpost or settlement of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_163" id="page_163">{163}</a></span> energy and expansion of
 +the great commercial cities of Tyre and Sidon. There was a note of the
 +new countries and colonies about it; a confident and commercial outlook.
 +It was fond of saying things that rang with a certain metallic
 +assurance; as that nobody could wash his hands in the sea without the
 +leave of the New Town. For it depended almost entirely on the greatness
 +of its ships, as did the two great ports and markets from which its
 +people came. It brought from Tyre and Sidon a prodigious talent for
 +trade and considerable experience of travel. It brought other things as
 +well.</p>
 +
 +<p>In a previous chapter I have hinted at something of the psychology that
 +lies behind a certain type of religion. There was a tendency in those
 +hungry for practical results, apart from poetical results, to call upon
 +spirits of terror and compulsion; to move Acheron in despair of bending
 +the gods. There is always a sort of dim idea that these darker powers
 +will really do things, with no nonsense about it. In the interior
 +psychology of the Punic peoples this strange sort of pessimistic
 +practicality had grown to great proportions. In the New Town, which the
 +Romans called Carthage, as in the parent cities of Phoenicia, the god
 +who got things done bore the name of Moloch, who was perhaps identical
 +with the other deity whom we know as Baal, the Lord. The Romans did not
 +at first quite know what to call him or what to make of him; they had to
 +go back to the grossest myth of Greek or Roman origins and compare him
 +to Saturn devouring his children. But the worshippers of Moloch were not
 +gross or primitive. They were members of a mature and polished
 +civilisation, abounding in refinements and luxuries; they were probably
 +far more civilised than the Romans. And Moloch was not a myth; or at any
 +rate his meal was not a myth. These highly civilised people really met
 +together to invoke the blessing of heaven on their empire by throwing
 +hundreds of their infants into a<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_164" id="page_164">{164}</a></span> large furnace. We can only realise the
 +combination by imagining a number of Manchester merchants with
 +chimney-pot hats and mutton-chop whiskers, going to church every Sunday
 +at eleven o’clock to see a baby roasted.</p>
 +
 +<p>The first stages of the political or commercial quarrel can be followed
 +in far too much detail, precisely because it is merely political or
 +commercial. The Punic Wars looked at one time as if they would never
 +end; and it is not easy to say when they ever began. The Greeks and the
 +Sicilians had already been fighting vaguely on the European side against
 +the African city. Carthage had defeated Greece and conquered Sicily.
 +Carthage had also planted herself firmly in Spain; and between Spain and
 +Sicily the Latin city was contained and would have been crushed; if the
 +Romans had been of the sort to be easily crushed. Yet the interest of
 +the story really consists in the fact that Rome was crushed. If there
 +had not been certain moral elements as well as the material elements,
 +the story would have ended where Carthage certainly thought it had
 +ended. It is common enough to blame Rome for not making peace. But it
 +was a true popular instinct that there could be no peace with that sort
 +of people. It is common enough to blame the Roman for his <i>Delenda est
 +Carthago</i>; Carthage must be destroyed. It is commoner to forget that, to
 +all appearance, Rome itself was destroyed. The sacred savour that hung
 +round Rome for ever, it is too often forgotten, clung to her partly
 +because she had risen suddenly from the dead.</p>
 +
 +<p>Carthage was an aristocracy, as are most of such mercantile states. The
 +pressure of the rich on the poor was impersonal as well as irresistible.
 +For such aristocracies never permit personal government, which is
 +perhaps why this one was jealous of personal talent. But genius can turn
 +up anywhere, even in a governing class. As if to make the world’s
 +supreme test as terrible as possible, it was ordained that one of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_165" id="page_165">{165}</a></span>
 +great houses of Carthage should produce a man who came out of those
 +gilded palaces with all the energy and originality of Napoleon coming
 +from nowhere. At the worst crisis of the war, Rome learned that Italy
 +itself, by a military miracle, was invaded from the north. Hannibal, the
 +Grace of Baal as his name ran in his own tongue, had dragged a ponderous
 +chain of armaments over the starry solitudes of the Alps; and pointed
 +southward to the city which he had been pledged by all his dreadful gods
 +to destroy.</p>
 +
 +<p>Hannibal marched down the road to Rome, and the Romans who rushed to war
 +with him felt as if they were fighting with a magician. Two great armies
 +sank to right and left of him into the swamps of the Trebia; more and
 +more were sucked into the horrible whirlpool of Cannae; more and more
 +went forth only to fall in ruin at his touch. The supreme sign of all
 +disasters, which is treason, turned tribe after tribe against the
 +falling cause of Rome, and still the unconquerable enemy rolled nearer
 +and nearer to the city; and following their great leader the swelling
 +cosmopolitan army of Carthage passed like a pageant of the whole world;
 +the elephants shaking the earth like marching mountains and the gigantic
 +Gauls with their barbaric panoply and the dark Spaniards girt in gold
 +and the brown Numidians on their unbridled desert horses wheeling and
 +darting like hawks, and whole mobs of deserters and mercenaries and
 +miscellaneous peoples; and the Grace of Baal went before them.</p>
 +
 +<p>The Roman augurs and scribes who said in that hour that it brought forth
 +unearthly prodigies, that a child was born with the head of an elephant
 +or that stars fell down like hailstones, had a far more philosophical
 +grasp of what had really happened than the modern historian who can see
 +nothing in it but a success of strategy concluding a rivalry in
 +commerce. Something far different was felt at the time and on the spot,
 +as it is always felt by those who experience a foreign atmosphere
 +entering their own like a fog or<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_166" id="page_166">{166}</a></span> a foul savour. It was no mere military
 +defeat, it was certainly no mere mercantile rivalry, that filled the
 +Roman imagination with such hideous omens of nature herself becoming
 +unnatural. It was Moloch upon the mountain of the Latins, looking with
 +his appalling face across the plain; it was Baal who trampled the
 +vineyards with his feet of stone; it was the voice of Tanit the
 +invisible, behind her trailing veils, whispering of the love that is
 +more horrible than hate. The burning of the Italian cornfields, the ruin
 +of the Italian vines, were something more than actual; they were
 +allegorical. They were the destruction of domestic and fruitful things,
 +the withering of what was human before that inhumanity that is far
 +beyond the human thing called cruelty. The household gods bowed low in
 +darkness under their lowly roofs; and above them went the demons upon a
 +wind from beyond all walls, blowing the trumpet of the Tramontane. The
 +door of the Alps was broken down; and in no vulgar but a very solemn
 +sense, it was Hell let loose. The war of the gods and demons seemed
 +already to have ended; and the gods were dead. The eagles were lost, the
 +legions were broken; and in Rome nothing remained but honour and the
 +cold courage of despair.</p>
 +
 +<p>In the whole world one thing still threatened Carthage, and that was
 +Carthage. There still remained the inner working of an element strong in
 +all successful commercial states, and the presence of a spirit that we
 +know. There was still the solid sense and shrewdness of the men who
 +manage big enterprises; there was still the advice of the best financial
 +experts; there was still business government; there was still the broad
 +and sane outlook of practical men of affairs; and in these things could
 +the Romans hope. As the war trailed on to what seemed its tragic end,
 +there grew gradually a faint and strange possibility that even now they
 +might not hope in vain. The plain business men of Carthage, thinking as
 +such men do<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_167" id="page_167">{167}</a></span> in terms of living and dying races, saw clearly that Rome
 +was not only dying but dead. The war was over; it was obviously hopeless
 +for the Italian city to resist any longer, and inconceivable that
 +anybody should resist when it was hopeless. Under these circumstances,
 +another set of broad, sound business principles remained to be
 +considered. Wars were waged with money, and consequently cost money;
 +perhaps they felt in their hearts, as do so many of their kind, that
 +after all war must be a little wicked because it costs money. The time
 +had now come for peace; and still more for economy. The messages sent by
 +Hannibal from time to time asking for reinforcements were a ridiculous
 +anachronism; there were much more important things to attend to now. It
 +might be true that some consul or other had made a last dash to the
 +Metaurus, had killed Hannibal’s brother and flung his head, with Latin
 +fury, into Hannibal’s camp; and mad actions of that sort showed how
 +utterly hopeless the Latins felt about their cause. But even excitable
 +Latins could not be so mad as to cling to a lost cause for ever. So
 +argued the best financial experts; and tossed aside more and more
 +letters, full of rather queer alarmist reports. So argued and acted the
 +great Carthaginian Empire. That meaningless prejudice, the curse of
 +commercial states, that stupidity is in some way practical and that
 +genius is in some way futile, led them to starve and abandon that great
 +artist in the school of arms, whom the gods had given them in vain.</p>
 +
 +<p>Why do men entertain this queer idea that what is sordid must always
 +overthrow what is magnanimous; that there is some dim connection between
 +brains and brutality, or that it does not matter if a man is dull so
 +long as he is also mean? Why do they vaguely think of all chivalry as
 +sentiment and all sentiment as weakness? They do it because they are,
 +like all men, primarily inspired by religion. For them, as for all men,
 +the first fact is their notion of the nature of<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_168" id="page_168">{168}</a></span> things; their idea
 +about what world they are living in. And it is their faith that the only
 +ultimate thing is fear and therefore that the very heart of the world is
 +evil. They believe that death is stronger than life, and therefore dead
 +things must be stronger than living things; whether those dead things
 +are gold and iron and machinery or rocks and rivers and forces of
 +nature. It may sound fanciful to say that men we meet at tea-tables or
 +talk to at garden-parties are secretly worshippers of Baal or Moloch.
 +But this sort of commercial mind has its own cosmic vision and it is the
 +vision of Carthage. It has in it the brutal blunder that was the ruin of
 +Carthage. The Punic power fell, because there is in this materialism a
 +mad indifference to real thought. By disbelieving in the soul, it comes
 +to disbelieving in the mind. Being too practical to be moral, it denies
 +what every practical soldier calls the moral of an army. It fancies that
 +money will fight when men will no longer fight. So it was with the Punic
 +merchant princes. Their religion was a religion of despair, even when
 +their practical fortunes were hopeful. How could they understand that
 +the Romans could hope even when their fortunes were hopeless? Their
 +religion was a religion of force and fear; how could they understand
 +that men can still despise fear even when they submit to force? Their
 +philosophy of the world had weariness in its very heart; above all they
 +were weary of warfare; how should they understand those who still wage
 +war even when they are weary of it? In a word, how should they
 +understand the mind of Man, who had so long bowed down before mindless
 +things, money and brute force and gods who had the hearts of beasts?
 +They awoke suddenly to the news that the embers they had disdained too
 +much even to tread out were again breaking everywhere into flame; that
 +Hasdrubal was defeated, that Hannibal was outnumbered, that Scipio had
 +carried the war into Spain; that he had carried it into Africa. Before<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_169" id="page_169">{169}</a></span>
 +the very gates of the golden city Hannibal fought his last fight for it
 +and lost; and Carthage fell as nothing has fallen since Satan. The name
 +of the New City remains only as a name. There is no stone of it left
 +upon the sand. Another war was indeed waged before the final
 +destruction: but the destruction was final. Only men digging in its deep
 +foundations centuries after found a heap of hundreds of little
 +skeletons, the holy relics of that religion. For Carthage fell because
 +she was faithful to her own philosophy and had followed out to its
 +logical conclusion her own vision of the universe. Moloch had eaten his
 +children.</p>
 +
 +<p>The gods had risen again, and the demons had been defeated after all.
 +But they had been defeated by the defeated, and almost defeated by the
 +dead. Nobody understands the romance of Rome, and why she rose
 +afterwards to a representative leadership that seemed almost fated and
 +fundamentally natural, who does not keep in mind the agony of horror and
 +humiliation through which she had continued to testify to the sanity
 +that is the soul of Europe. She came to stand alone in the midst of an
 +empire because she had once stood alone in the midst of a ruin and a
 +waste. After that all men knew in their hearts that she had been
 +representative of mankind, even when she was rejected of men. And there
 +fell on her the shadow from a shining and as yet invisible light and the
 +burden of things to be. It is not for us to guess in what manner or
 +moment the mercy of God might in any case have rescued the world; but it
 +is certain that the struggle which established Christendom would have
 +been very different if there had been an empire of Carthage instead of
 +an empire of Rome. We have to thank the patience of the Punic wars if,
 +in after ages, divine things descended at least upon human things and
 +not inhuman. Europe evolved into its own vices and its own impotence, as
 +will be suggested on another page; but the worst into which it evolved
 +was not like what it had escaped. Can<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_170" id="page_170">{170}</a></span> any man in his senses compare the
 +great wooden doll, whom the children expected to eat a little bit of the
 +dinner, with the great idol who would have been expected to eat the
 +children? That is the measure of how far the world went astray, compared
 +with how far it might have gone astray. If the Romans were ruthless, it
 +was in a true sense to an enemy, and certainly not merely a rival. They
 +remembered not trade routes and regulations, but the faces of sneering
 +men; and hated the hateful soul of Carthage. And we owe them something
 +if we never needed to cut down the groves of Venus exactly as men cut
 +down the groves of Baal. We owe it partly to their harshness that our
 +thoughts of our human past are not wholly harsh. If the passage from
 +heathenry to Christianity was a bridge as well as a breach, we owe it to
 +those who kept that heathenry human. If, after all these ages, we are in
 +some sense at peace with paganism, and can think more kindly of our
 +fathers, it is well to remember the things that were and the things that
 +might have been. For this reason alone we can take lightly the load of
 +antiquity and need not shudder at a nymph on a fountain or a cupid on a
 +valentine. Laughter and sadness link us with things long past away and
 +remembered without dishonour; and we can see not altogether without
 +tenderness the twilight sinking around the Sabine farm and hear the
 +household gods rejoice when Catullus comes home to Sirmio. <i>Deleta est
 +Carthago.</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_171" id="page_171">{171}</a></span></p>
 +
 +<h3><a name="CHAPTER_VIII-a" id="CHAPTER_VIII-a"></a>CHAPTER VIII<br /><br />
 +THE END OF THE WORLD</h3>
 +
 +<p class="nind"><span class="smcap">I was</span> once sitting on a summer day in a meadow in Kent under the shadow
 +of a little village church, with a rather curious companion with whom I
 +had just been walking through the woods. He was one of a group of
 +eccentrics I had come across in my wanderings who had a new religion
 +called Higher Thought; in which I had been so far initiated as to
 +realise a general atmosphere of loftiness or height, and was hoping at
 +some later and more esoteric stage to discover the beginnings of
 +thought. My companion was the most amusing of them, for however he may
 +have stood towards thought, he was at least very much their superior in
 +experience, having travelled beyond the tropics while they were
 +meditating in the suburbs; though he had been charged with excess in
 +telling travellers’ tales. In spite of anything said against him, I
 +preferred him to his companions and willingly went with him through the
 +wood; where I could not but feel that his sunburnt face and fierce
 +tufted eyebrows and pointed beard gave him something of the look of Pan.
 +Then we sat down in the meadow and gazed idly at the tree-tops and the
 +spire of the village church; while the warm afternoon began to mellow
 +into early evening and the song of a speck of a bird was faint far up in
 +the sky and no more than a whisper of breeze soothed rather than stirred
 +the ancient orchards of the garden of England. Then my companion said to
 +me: ‘Do you know why the spire of that church goes up like that?’ I
 +expressed a respectable agnosticism, and he answered<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_172" id="page_172">{172}</a></span> in an off-hand
 +way, ‘Oh, the same as the obelisks; the phallic worship of antiquity.’
 +Then I looked across at him suddenly as he lay there leering above his
 +goatlike beard; and for the moment I thought he was not Pan but the
 +Devil. No mortal words can express the immense, the insane incongruity
 +and unnatural perversion of thought involved in saying such a thing at
 +such a moment and in such a place. For one moment I was in the mood in
 +which men burned witches; and then a sense of absurdity equally enormous
 +seemed to open about me like a dawn. ‘Why, of course,’ I said after a
 +moment’s reflection, ‘if it hadn’t been for phallic worship, they would
 +have built the spire pointing downwards and standing on its own apex.’ I
 +could have sat in that field and laughed for an hour. My friend did not
 +seem offended, for indeed he was never thin-skinned about his scientific
 +discoveries. I had only met him by chance and I never met him again, and
 +I believe he is now dead; but though it has nothing to do with the
 +argument, it may be worth while to mention the name of this adherent of
 +Higher Thought and interpreter of primitive religious origins; or at any
 +rate the name by which he was known. It was Louis de Rougemont.</p>
 +
 +<p>That insane image of the Kentish church standing on the point of its
 +spire, as in some old rustic topsy-turvy tale, always comes back into my
 +imagination when I hear these things said about pagan origins; and calls
 +to my aid the laughter of the giants. Then I feel as genially and
 +charitably to all other scientific investigators, higher critics, and
 +authorities on ancient and modern religion, as I do to poor Louis de
 +Rougemont. But the memory of that immense absurdity remains as a sort of
 +measure and check by which to keep sane, not only on the subject of
 +Christian churches, but also on the subject of heathen temples. Now a
 +great many people have talked about heathen origins as the distinguished
 +traveller talked about Christian origins. Indeed a great many modern<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_173" id="page_173">{173}</a></span>
 +heathens have been very hard on heathenism. A great many modern
 +humanitarians have been very hard on the real religion of humanity. They
 +have represented it as being everywhere and from the first rooted only
 +in these repulsive arcana; and carrying the character of something
 +utterly shameless and anarchical. Now I do not believe this for a
 +moment. I should never dream of thinking about the whole worship of
 +Apollo what De Rougemont could think about the worship of Christ. I
 +would never admit that there was such an atmosphere in a Greek city as
 +that madman was able to smell in a Kentish village. On the contrary, it
 +is the whole point, even of this final chapter upon the final decay of
 +paganism, to insist once more that the worst sort of paganism had
 +already been defeated by the best sort. It was the best sort of paganism
 +that conquered the gold of Carthage. It was the best sort of paganism
 +that wore the laurels of Rome. It was the best thing the world had yet
 +seen, all things considered and on any large scale, that ruled from the
 +wall of the Grampians to the garden of the Euphrates. It was the best
 +that conquered; it was the best that ruled; and it was the best that
 +began to decay.</p>
 +
 +<p>Unless this broad truth be grasped, the whole story is seen askew.
 +Pessimism is not in being tired of evil but in being tired of good.
 +Despair does not lie in being weary of suffering, but in being weary of
 +joy. It is when for some reason or other the good things in a society no
 +longer work that the society begins to decline; when its food does not
 +feed, when its cures do not cure, when its blessings refuse to bless. We
 +might almost say that in a society without such good things we should
 +hardly have any test by which to register a decline; that is why some of
 +the static commercial oligarchies like Carthage have rather an air in
 +history of standing and staring like mummies, so dried up and swathed
 +and embalmed that no man knows when they are new or old. But Carthage
 +at<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_174" id="page_174">{174}</a></span> any rate was dead, and the worst assault ever made by the demons on
 +mortal society had been defeated. But how much would it matter that the
 +worst was dead if the best was dying?</p>
 +
 +<p>To begin with, it must be noted that the relation of Rome to Carthage
 +was partially repeated and extended in her relation to nations more
 +normal and more nearly akin to her than Carthage. I am not here
 +concerned to controvert the merely political view that Roman statesmen
 +acted unscrupulously towards Corinth or the Greek cities. But I am
 +concerned to contradict the notion that there was nothing but a
 +hypocritical excuse in the ordinary Roman dislike of Greek vices. I am
 +not presenting these pagans as paladins of chivalry, with a sentiment
 +about nationalism never known until Christian times. But I am presenting
 +them as men with the feelings of men; and those feelings were not a
 +pretence. The truth is that one of the weaknesses in nature-worship and
 +mere mythology had already produced a perversion among the Greeks, due
 +to the worst sophistry; the sophistry of simplicity. Just as they became
 +unnatural by worshipping nature, so they actually became unmanly by
 +worshipping man. If Greece led her conqueror, she might have misled her
 +conqueror; but these were things he did originally wish to conquer&mdash;even
 +in himself. It is true that in one sense there was less inhumanity even
 +in Sodom and Gomorrah than in Tyre and Sidon. When we consider the war
 +of the demons on the children, we cannot compare even Greek decadence to
 +Punic devil-worship. But it is not true that the sincere revulsion from
 +either need be merely pharisaical. It is not true to human nature or to
 +common sense. Let any lad who has had the luck to grow up sane and
 +simple in his day-dreams of love hear for the first time of the cult of
 +Ganymede; he will not be merely shocked but sickened. And that first
 +impression, as has been said here so often about first impressions, will
 +be right.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_175" id="page_175">{175}</a></span> Our cynical indifference is an illusion; it is the greatest
 +of all illusions: the illusion of familiarity. It is right to conceive
 +the more or less rustic virtues of the ruck of the original Romans as
 +reacting against the very rumour of it, with complete spontaneity and
 +sincerity. It is right to regard them as reacting, if in a lesser
 +degree, exactly as they did against the cruelty of Carthage. Because it
 +was in a less degree they did not destroy Corinth as they destroyed
 +Carthage. But if their attitude and action was rather destructive, in
 +neither case need their indignation have been mere self-righteousness
 +covering mere selfishness. And if anybody insists that nothing could
 +have operated in either case but reasons of state and commercial
 +conspiracies, we can only tell him that there is something which he does
 +not understand; something which possibly he will never understand;
 +something which, until he does understand, he will never understand the
 +Latins. That something is called democracy. He has probably heard the
 +word a good many times and even used it himself; but he has no notion of
 +what it means. All through the revolutionary history of Rome there was
 +an incessant drive towards democracy; the state and the statesman could
 +do nothing without a considerable backing of democracy; the sort of
 +democracy that never has anything to do with diplomacy. It is precisely
 +because of the presence of Roman democracy that we hear so much about
 +Roman oligarchy. For instance, recent historians have tried to explain
 +the valour and victory of Rome in terms of that detestable and detested
 +usury which was practised by some of the Patricians; as if Curius had
 +conquered the men of the Macedonian phalanx by lending them money; or
 +the Consul Nero had negotiated the victory of Metaurus at five per cent.
 +But we realise the usury of the Patricians because of the perpetual
 +revolt of the Plebeians. The rule of the Punic merchant princes had the
 +very soul of usury. But<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_176" id="page_176">{176}</a></span> there was never a Punic mob that dared to call
 +them usurers.</p>
 +
 +<p>Burdened like all mortal things with all mortal sin and weakness, the
 +rise of Rome had really been the rise of normal and especially of
 +popular things; and in nothing more than in the thoroughly normal and
 +profoundly popular hatred of perversion. Now among the Greeks a
 +perversion had become a convention. It is true that it had become so
 +much of a convention, especially a literary convention, that it was
 +sometimes conventionally copied by Roman literary men. But this is one
 +of those complications that always arise out of conventions. It must not
 +obscure our sense of the difference of tone in the two societies as a
 +whole. It is true that Virgil would once in a way take over a theme of
 +Theocritus; but nobody can get the impression that Virgil was
 +particularly fond of that theme. The themes of Virgil were specially and
 +notably the normal themes, and nowhere more than in morals; piety and
 +patriotism and the honour of the countryside. And we may well pause upon
 +the name of the poet as we pass into the autumn of antiquity: upon his
 +name who was in so supreme a sense the very voice of autumn, of its
 +maturity and its melancholy; of its fruits of fulfilment and its
 +prospect of decay. Nobody who reads even a few lines of Virgil can doubt
 +that he understood what moral sanity means to mankind. Nobody can doubt
 +his feelings when the demons were driven in flight before the household
 +gods. But there are two particular points about him and his work which
 +are particularly important to the main thesis here. The first is that
 +the whole of his great patriotic epic is in a very peculiar sense
 +founded upon the fall of Troy; that is, upon an avowed pride in Troy
 +although she had fallen. In tracing to Trojans the foundation of his
 +beloved race and republic, he began what may be called the great Trojan
 +tradition which runs through medieval and modern history. We have<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_177" id="page_177">{177}</a></span>
 +already seen the first hint of it in the pathos of Homer about Hector.
 +But Virgil turned it not merely into a literature but into a legend. And
 +it was a legend of the almost divine dignity that belongs to the
 +defeated. This was one of the traditions that did truly prepare the
 +world for the coming of Christianity and especially of Christian
 +chivalry. This is what did help to sustain civilisation through the
 +incessant defeats of the Dark Ages and the barbarian wars; out of which
 +what we call chivalry was born. It is the moral attitude of the man with
 +his back to the wall; and it was the wall of Troy. All through medieval
 +and modern times this version of the virtues in the Homeric conflict can
 +be traced in a hundred ways co-operating with all that was akin to it in
 +Christian sentiment. Our own countrymen, and the men of other countries,
 +loved to claim like Virgil that their own nation was descended from the
 +heroic Trojans. All sorts of people thought it the most superb sort of
 +heraldry to claim to be descended from Hector. Nobody seems to have
 +wanted to be descended from Achilles. The very fact that the Trojan name
 +has become a Christian name, and been scattered to the last limits of
 +Christendom, to Ireland or the Gaelic Highlands, while the Greek name
 +has remained relatively rare and pedantic, is a tribute to the same
 +truth. Indeed it involves a curiosity of language almost in the nature
 +of a joke. The name has been turned into a verb; and the very phrase
 +about hectoring, in the sense of swaggering, suggests the myriads of
 +soldiers who have taken the fallen Trojan for a model. As a matter of
 +fact, nobody in antiquity was less given to hectoring than Hector. But
 +even the bully pretending to be a conqueror took his title from the
 +conquered. That is why the popularisation of the Trojan origin by Virgil
 +has a vital relation to all those elements that have made men say that
 +Virgil was almost a Christian. It is almost as if two great tools or
 +toys of the same timber, the<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_178" id="page_178">{178}</a></span> divine and the human, had been in the
 +hands of Providence; and the only thing comparable to the Wooden Cross
 +of Calvary was the Wooden Horse of Troy. So, in some wild allegory,
 +pious in purpose if almost profane in form, the Holy Child might have
 +fought the Dragon with a wooden sword and a wooden horse.</p>
 +
 +<p>The other element in Virgil which is essential to the argument is the
 +particular nature of his relation to mythology; or what may here in a
 +special sense be called folklore, the faiths and fancies of the
 +populace. Everybody knows that his poetry at its most perfect is less
 +concerned with the pomposity of Olympus than with the <i>numina</i> of
 +natural and agricultural life. Every one knows where Virgil looked for
 +the causes of things. He speaks of finding them not so much in cosmic
 +allegories of Uranus and Chronos; but rather in Pan and the sisterhood
 +of the nymphs and the shaggy old man of the forest. He is perhaps most
 +himself in some passages of the Eclogues, in which he has perpetuated
 +for ever the great legend of Arcadia and the shepherds. Here again it is
 +easy enough to miss the point with petty criticism about all the things
 +that happen to separate his literary convention from ours. There is
 +nothing more artificial than the cry of artificiality, as directed
 +against the old pastoral poetry. We have entirely missed all that our
 +fathers meant by looking at the externals of what they wrote. People
 +have been so much amused with the mere fact that the china shepherdess
 +was made of china that they have not even asked why she was made at all.
 +They have been so content to consider the Merry Peasant as a figure in
 +an opera that they have not asked even how he came to go to the opera,
 +or how he strayed on to the stage.</p>
 +
 +<p>In short, we have only to ask why there is a china shepherdess and not a
 +china shopkeeper. Why were not mantelpieces adorned with figures of city
 +merchants in elegant attitudes; of ironmasters wrought<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_179" id="page_179">{179}</a></span> in iron, or gold
 +speculators in gold? Why did the opera exhibit a Merry Peasant and not a
 +Merry Politician? Why was there not a ballet of bankers, pirouetting
 +upon pointed toes? Because the ancient instinct and humour of humanity
 +have always told them, under whatever conventions, that the conventions
 +of complex cities were less really healthy and happy than the customs of
 +the countryside. So it is with the eternity of the Eclogues. A modern
 +poet did indeed write things called Fleet Street Eclogues, in which
 +poets took the place of the shepherds. But nobody has yet written
 +anything called Wall Street Eclogues, in which millionaires should take
 +the place of the poets. And the reason is that there is a real if only a
 +recurrent yearning for that sort of simplicity; and there is never that
 +sort of yearning for that sort of complexity. The key to the mystery of
 +the Merry Peasant is that the peasant often is merry. Those who do not
 +believe it are simply those who do not know anything about him, and
 +therefore do not know which are his times for merriment. Those who do
 +not believe in the shepherd’s feast or song are merely ignorant of the
 +shepherd’s calendar. The real shepherd is indeed very different from the
 +ideal shepherd, but that is no reason for forgetting the reality at the
 +root of the ideal. It needs a truth to make a tradition. It needs a
 +tradition to make a convention. Pastoral poetry is certainly often a
 +convention, especially in a social decline. It was in a social decline
 +that Watteau shepherds and shepherdesses lounged about the gardens of
 +Versailles. It was also in a social decline that shepherds and
 +shepherdesses continued to pipe and dance through the most faded
 +imitations of Virgil. But that is no reason for dismissing the dying
 +paganism without ever understanding its life. It is no reason for
 +forgetting that the very word Pagan is the same as the word Peasant. We
 +may say that this art is only artificiality; but it is not a love of the
 +artificial. On the contrary, it is in its very<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_180" id="page_180">{180}</a></span> nature only the failure
 +of nature-worship, or the love of the natural.</p>
 +
 +<p>For the shepherds were dying because their gods were dying. Paganism
 +lived upon poetry; that poetry already considered under the name of
 +mythology. But everywhere, and especially in Italy, it had been a
 +mythology and a poetry rooted in the countryside; and that rustic
 +religion had been largely responsible for the rustic happiness. Only as
 +the whole society grew in age and experience, there began to appear that
 +weakness in all mythology already noted in the chapter under that name.
 +This religion was not quite a religion. In other words, this religion
 +was not quite a reality. It was the young world’s riot with images and
 +ideas like a young man’s riot with wine or love-making; it was not so
 +much immoral as irresponsible; it had no foresight of the final test of
 +time. Because it was creative to any extent it was credulous to any
 +extent. It belonged to the artistic side of man, yet even considered
 +artistically it had long become overloaded and entangled. The family
 +trees sprung from the seed of Jupiter were a jungle rather than a
 +forest; the claims of the gods and demigods seemed like things to be
 +settled rather by a lawyer or a professional herald than by a poet. But
 +it is needless to say that it was not only in the artistic sense that
 +these things had grown more anarchic. There had appeared in more and
 +more flagrant fashion that flower of evil that is really implicit in the
 +very seed of nature-worship, however natural it may seem. I have said
 +that I do not believe that natural worship necessarily begins with this
 +particular passion; I am not of the De Rougemont school of scientific
 +folklore. I do not believe that mythology must begin in eroticism. But I
 +do believe that mythology must end in it. I am quite certain that
 +mythology did end in it. Moreover, not only did the poetry grow more
 +immoral, but the immorality grew more indefensible. Greek<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_181" id="page_181">{181}</a></span> vices,
 +oriental vices, hints of the old horrors of the Semitic demons, began to
 +fill the fancies of decaying Rome, swarming like flies on a dung-heap.
 +The psychology of it is really human enough, to any one who will try
 +that experiment of seeing history from the inside. There comes an hour
 +in the afternoon when the child is tired of ‘pretending’; when he is
 +weary of being a robber or a Red Indian. It is then that he torments the
 +cat. There comes a time in the routine of an ordered civilisation when
 +the man is tired of playing at mythology and pretending that a tree is a
 +maiden or that the moon made love to a man. The effect of this staleness
 +is the same everywhere; it is seen in all drug-taking and dram-drinking
 +and every form of the tendency to increase the dose. Men seek stranger
 +sins or more startling obscenities as stimulants to their jaded sense.
 +They seek after mad oriental religions for the same reason. They try to
 +stab their nerves to life, if it were with the knives of the priests of
 +Baal. They are walking in their sleep and try to wake themselves up with
 +nightmares.</p>
 +
 +<p>At that stage even of paganism therefore the peasant songs and dances
 +sound fainter and fainter in the forest. For one thing, the peasant
 +civilisation was fading, or had already faded, from the whole
 +countryside. The Empire at the end was organised more and more on that
 +servile system which generally goes with the boast of organisation;
 +indeed it was almost as servile as the modern schemes for the
 +organisation of industry. It is proverbial that what would once have
 +been a peasantry became a mere populace of the town dependent for bread
 +and circuses; which may again suggest to some a mob dependent upon doles
 +and cinemas. In this as in many other respects, the modern return to
 +heathenism has been a return not even to the heathen youth but rather to
 +the heathen old age. But the causes of it were spiritual in both cases;
 +and especially the spirit of paganism<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_182" id="page_182">{182}</a></span> had departed with its familiar
 +spirits. The heart had gone out of it with its household gods, who went
 +along with the gods of the garden and the field and the forest. The Old
 +Man of the Forest was too old; he was already dying. It is said truly in
 +a sense that Pan died because Christ was born. It is almost as true in
 +another sense that men knew that Christ was born because Pan was already
 +dead. A void was made by the vanishing of the whole mythology of
 +mankind, which would have asphyxiated like a vacuum if it had not been
 +filled with theology. But the point for the moment is that the mythology
 +could not have lasted like a theology in any case. Theology is thought,
 +whether we agree with it or not. Mythology was never thought, and nobody
 +could really agree with it or disagree with it. It was a mere mood of
 +glamour, and when the mood went it could not be recovered. Men not only
 +ceased to believe in the gods, but they realised that they had never
 +believed in them. They had sung their praises; they had danced round
 +their altars. They had played the flute; they had played the fool.</p>
 +
 +<p>So came the twilight upon Arcady, and the last notes of the pipe sound
 +sadly from the beechen grove. In the great Virgilian poems there is
 +already something of the sadness; but the loves and the household gods
 +linger in lovely lines like that which Mr. Belloc took for a test of
 +understanding; <i>incipe, parve puer, risu cognoscere matrem</i>. But with
 +them as with us, the human family itself began to break down under
 +servile organisation and the herding of the towns. The urban mob became
 +enlightened; that is, it lost the mental energy that could create myths.
 +All round the circle of the Mediterranean cities the people mourned for
 +the loss of gods and were consoled with gladiators. And meanwhile
 +something similar was happening to that intellectual aristocracy of
 +antiquity that had been walking about and talking at large ever since
 +Socrates and Pythagoras. They<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_183" id="page_183">{183}</a></span> began to betray to the world the fact
 +that they were walking in a circle and saying the same thing over and
 +over again. Philosophy began to be a joke; it also began to be a bore.
 +That unnatural simplification of everything into one system or another,
 +which we have noted as the fault of the philosopher, revealed at once
 +its finality and its futility. Everything was virtue or everything was
 +happiness or everything was fate or everything was good or everything
 +was bad; anyhow, everything was everything and there was no more to be
 +said; so they said it. Everywhere the sages had degenerated into
 +sophists; that is, into hired rhetoricians or askers of riddles. It is
 +one of the symptoms of this that the sage begins to turn not only into a
 +sophist but into a magician. A touch of oriental occultism is very much
 +appreciated in the best houses. As the philosopher is already a society
 +entertainer, he may as well also be a conjurer.</p>
 +
 +<p>Many moderns have insisted on the smallness of that Mediterranean world;
 +and the wider horizons that might have awaited it with the discovery of
 +the other continents. But this is an illusion; one of the many illusions
 +of materialism. The limits that paganism had reached in Europe were the
 +limits of human existence; at its best it had only reached the same
 +limits anywhere else. The Roman stoics did not need any Chinamen to
 +teach them stoicism. The Pythagoreans did not need any Hindus to teach
 +them about recurrence or the simple life or the beauty of being a
 +vegetarian. In so far as they could get these things from the East, they
 +had already got rather too much of them from the East. The Syncretists
 +were as convinced as Theosophists that all religions are really the
 +same. And how else could they have extended philosophy merely by
 +extending geography? It can hardly be proposed that they should learn a
 +purer religion from the Aztecs or sit at the feet of the Incas of Peru.
 +All the rest of the world was a welter of<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_184" id="page_184">{184}</a></span> barbarism. It is essential to
 +recognise that the Roman Empire was recognised as the highest
 +achievement of the human race; and also as the broadest. A dreadful
 +secret seemed to be written as in obscure hieroglyphics across those
 +mighty works of marble and stone, those colossal amphitheatres and
 +aqueducts. Man could do no more.</p>
 +
 +<p>For it was not the message blazed on the Babylonian wall, that one king
 +was found wanting or his one kingdom given to a stranger. It was no such
 +good news as the news of invasion and conquest. There was nothing left
 +that could conquer Rome; but there was also nothing left that could
 +improve it. It was the strongest thing that was growing weak. It was the
 +best thing that was going to the bad. It is necessary to insist again
 +and again that many civilisations had met in one civilisation of the
 +Mediterranean sea; that it was already universal with a stale and
 +sterile universality. The peoples had pooled their resources and still
 +there was not enough. The empires had gone into partnership and they
 +were still bankrupt. No philosopher who was really philosophical could
 +think anything except that, in that central sea, the wave of the world
 +had risen to its highest, seeming to touch the stars. But the wave was
 +already stooping; for it was only the wave of the world.</p>
 +
 +<p>That mythology and that philosophy into which paganism has already been
 +analysed had thus both of them been drained most literally to the dregs.
 +If with the multiplication of magic the third department, which we have
 +called the demons, was even increasingly active, it was never anything
 +but destructive. There remains only the fourth element, or rather the
 +first; that which had been in a sense forgotten because it was the
 +first. I mean the primary and overpowering yet impalpable impression
 +that the universe after all has one origin and one aim; and because it
 +has an aim must have an author. What<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_185" id="page_185">{185}</a></span> became of this great truth in the
 +background of men’s minds, at this time, it is perhaps more difficult to
 +determine. Some of the Stoics undoubtedly saw it more and more clearly
 +as the clouds of mythology cleared and thinned away; and great men among
 +them did much even to the last to lay the foundations of a concept of
 +the moral unity of the world. The Jews still held their secret certainty
 +of it jealously behind high fences of exclusiveness; yet it is intensely
 +characteristic of the society and the situation that some fashionable
 +figures, especially fashionable ladies, actually embraced Judaism. But
 +in the case of many others I fancy there entered at this point a new
 +negation. Atheism became really possible in that abnormal time; for
 +atheism is abnormality. It is not merely the denial of a dogma. It is
 +the reversal of a subconscious assumption in the soul; the sense that
 +there is a meaning and a direction in the world it sees. Lucretius, the
 +first evolutionist who endeavoured to substitute Evolution for God, had
 +already dangled before men’s eyes his dance of glittering atoms, by
 +which he conceived cosmos as created by chaos. But it was not his strong
 +poetry or his sad philosophy, as I fancy, that made it possible for men
 +to entertain such a vision. It was something in the sense of impotence
 +and despair with which men shook their fists vainly at the stars, as
 +they saw all the best work of humanity sinking slowly and helplessly
 +into a swamp. They could easily believe that even creation itself was
 +not a creation but a perpetual fall, when they saw that the weightiest
 +and worthiest of all human creations was falling by its own weight. They
 +could fancy that all the stars were falling stars; and that the very
 +pillars of their own solemn porticos were bowed under a sort of gradual
 +Deluge. To men in that mood there was a reason for atheism that is in
 +some sense reasonable. Mythology might fade and philosophy might
 +stiffen; but if behind these things there was a reality, surely<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_186" id="page_186">{186}</a></span> that
 +reality might have sustained things as they sank. There was no God; if
 +there had been a God, surely this was the very moment when He would have
 +moved and saved the world.</p>
 +
 +<p>The life of the great civilisation went on with dreary industry and even
 +with dreary festivity. It was the end of the world, and the worst of it
 +was that it need never end. A convenient compromise had been made
 +between all the multitudinous myths and religions of the Empire; that
 +each group should worship freely and merely give a sort of official
 +flourish of thanks to the tolerant Emperor, by tossing a little incense
 +to him under his official title of Divus. Naturally there was no
 +difficulty about that; or rather it was a long time before the world
 +realised that there ever had been even a trivial difficulty anywhere.
 +The members of some eastern sect or secret society or other seemed to
 +have made a scene somewhere; nobody could imagine why. The incident
 +occurred once or twice again and began to arouse irritation out of
 +proportion to its insignificance. It was not exactly what these
 +provincials said; though of course it sounded queer enough. They seemed
 +to be saying that God was dead and that they themselves had seen him
 +die. This might be one of the many manias produced by the despair of the
 +age; only they did not seem particularly despairing. They seem quite
 +unnaturally joyful about it, and gave the reason that the death of God
 +had allowed them to eat him and drink his blood. According to other
 +accounts God was not exactly dead after all; there trailed through the
 +bewildered imagination some sort of fantastic procession of the funeral
 +of God, at which the sun turned black, but which ended with the dead
 +omnipotence breaking out of the tomb and rising again like the sun. But
 +it was not the strange story to which anybody paid any particular
 +attention; people in that world had seen queer religions enough to fill
 +a madhouse. It was something in the tone of<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_187" id="page_187">{187}</a></span> the madmen and their type
 +of formation. They were a scratch company of barbarians and slaves and
 +poor and unimportant people; but their formation was military; they
 +moved together and were very absolute about who and what was really a
 +part of their little system; and about what they said, however mildly,
 +there was a ring like iron. Men used to many mythologies and moralities
 +could make no analysis of the mystery, except the curious conjecture
 +that they meant what they said. All attempts to make them see reason in
 +the perfectly simple matter of the Emperor’s statue seemed to be spoken
 +to deaf men. It was as if a new meteoric metal had fallen on the earth;
 +it was a difference of substance to the touch. Those who touched their
 +foundation fancied they had struck a rock.</p>
 +
 +<p>With a strange rapidity, like the changes of a dream, the proportions of
 +things seemed to change in their presence. Before most men knew what had
 +happened, these few men were palpably present. They were important
 +enough to be ignored. People became suddenly silent about them and
 +walked stiffly past them. We see a new scene, in which the world has
 +drawn its skirts away from these men and women and they stand in the
 +centre of a great space like lepers. The scene changes again and the
 +great space where they stand is overhung on every side with a cloud of
 +witnesses, interminable terraces full of faces looking down towards them
 +intently; for strange things are happening to them. New tortures have
 +been invented for the madmen who have brought good news. That sad and
 +weary society seems almost to find a new energy in establishing its
 +first religious persecution. Nobody yet knows very clearly why that
 +level world has thus lost its balance about the people in its midst; but
 +they stand unnaturally still while the arena and the world seem to
 +revolve round them. And there shone on them in that dark hour a light
 +that has never been darkened; a white fire clinging<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_188" id="page_188">{188}</a></span> to that group like
 +an unearthly phosphorescence, blazing its track through the twilights of
 +history and confounding every effort to confound it with the mists of
 +mythology and theory; that shaft of light or lightning by which the
 +world itself has struck and isolated and crowned it; by which its own
 +enemies have made it more illustrious and its own critics have made it
 +more inexplicable; the halo of hatred around the Church of God.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_189" id="page_189">{189}</a></span></p>
 +
 +<h2><a name="PART_II" id="PART_II"></a>PART II<br /><br />
 +ON THE MAN CALLED CHRIST<br /><br />
 +</h2>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_190" id="page_190">{190}</a></span>&nbsp; </p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_191" id="page_191">{191}</a></span>&nbsp; </p>
 +
 +<h3><a name="CHAPTER_I-b" id="CHAPTER_I-b"></a>CHAPTER I<br /><br />
 +THE GOD IN THE CAVE</h3>
 +
 +<p class="nind"><span class="smcap">This</span> sketch of the human story began in a cave; the cave which popular
 +science associates with the cave-man and in which practical discovery
 +has really found archaic drawings of animals. The second half of human
 +history, which was like a new creation of the world, also begins in a
 +cave. There is even a shadow of such a fancy in the fact that animals
 +were again present; for it was a cave used as a stable by the
 +mountaineers of the uplands about Bethlehem; who still drive their
 +cattle into such holes and caverns at night. It was here that a homeless
 +couple had crept underground with the cattle when the doors of the
 +crowded caravanserai had been shut in their faces; and it was here
 +beneath the very feet of the passersby, in a cellar under the very floor
 +of the world, that Jesus Christ was born. But in that second creation
 +there was indeed something symbolical in the roots of the primeval rock
 +or the horns of the prehistoric herd. God also was a Cave-Man, and had
 +also traced strange shapes of creatures, curiously coloured, upon the
 +wall of the world; but the pictures that he made had come to life.</p>
 +
 +<p>A mass of legend and literature, which increases and will never end, has
 +repeated and rung the changes on that single paradox; that the hands
 +that had made the sun and stars were too small to reach the huge heads
 +of the cattle. Upon this paradox, we might almost say upon this jest,
 +all the literature of our faith is founded. It is at least like a jest
 +in this, that it is something which the scientific critic cannot<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_192" id="page_192">{192}</a></span> see.
 +He laboriously explains the difficulty which we have always defiantly
 +and almost derisively exaggerated; and mildly condemns as improbable
 +something that we have almost madly exalted as incredible; as something
 +that would be much too good to be true, except that it is true. When
 +that contrast between the cosmic creation and the little local infancy
 +has been repeated, reiterated, underlined, emphasised, exulted in, sung,
 +shouted, roared, not to say howled, in a hundred thousand hymns, carols,
 +rhymes, rituals, pictures, poems, and popular sermons, it may be
 +suggested that we hardly need a higher critic to draw our attention to
 +something a little odd about it; especially one of the sort that seems
 +to take a long time to see a joke, even his own joke. But about this
 +contrast and combination of ideas one thing may be said here, because it
 +is relevant to the whole thesis of this book. The sort of modern critic
 +of whom I speak is generally much impressed with the importance of
 +education in life and the importance of psychology in education. That
 +sort of man is never tired of telling us that first impressions fix
 +character by the law of causation; and he will become quite nervous if a
 +child’s visual sense is poisoned by the wrong colours on a golliwog or
 +his nervous system prematurely shaken by a cacophonous rattle. Yet he
 +will think us very narrow-minded if we say that this is exactly why
 +there really is a difference between being brought up as a Christian and
 +being brought up as a Jew or a Moslem or an atheist. The difference is
 +that every Catholic child has learned from pictures, and even every
 +Protestant child from stories, this incredible combination of contrasted
 +ideas as one of the very first impressions on his mind. It is not merely
 +a theological difference. It is a psychological difference which can
 +outlast any theologies. It really is, as that sort of scientist loves to
 +say about anything, incurable. Any agnostic or atheist whose childhood
 +has known a real Christmas has ever afterwards,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_193" id="page_193">{193}</a></span> whether he likes it or
 +not, an association in his mind between two ideas that most of mankind
 +must regard as remote from each other; the idea of a baby and the idea
 +of unknown strength that sustains the stars. His instincts and
 +imagination can still connect them, when his reason can no longer see
 +the need of the connection; for him there will always be some savour of
 +religion about the mere picture of a mother and a baby; some hint of
 +mercy and softening about the mere mention of the dreadful name of God.
 +But the two ideas are not naturally or necessarily combined. They would
 +not be necessarily combined for an ancient Greek or a Chinaman, even for
 +Aristotle or Confucius. It is no more inevitable to connect God with an
 +infant than to connect gravitation with a kitten. It has been created in
 +our minds by Christmas because we are Christians; because we are
 +psychological Christians even when we are not theological ones. In other
 +words, this combination of ideas has emphatically, in the much disputed
 +phrase, altered human nature. There is really a difference between the
 +man who knows it and the man who does not. It may not be a difference of
 +moral worth, for the Moslem or the Jew might be worthier according to
 +his lights; but it is a plain fact about the crossing of two particular
 +lights, the conjunction of two stars in our particular horoscope.
 +Omnipotence and impotence, or divinity and infancy, do definitely make a
 +sort of epigram which a million repetitions cannot turn into a
 +platitude. It is not unreasonable to call it unique. Bethlehem is
 +emphatically a place where extremes meet.</p>
 +
 +<p>Here begins, it is needless to say, another mighty influence for the
 +humanisation of Christendom. If the world wanted what is called a
 +non-controversial aspect of Christianity, it would probably select
 +Christmas. Yet it is obviously bound up with what is supposed to be a
 +controversial aspect (I could never at any stage of my opinions imagine
 +why); the<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_194" id="page_194">{194}</a></span> respect paid to the Blessed Virgin. When I was a boy a more
 +Puritan generation objected to a statue upon a parish church
 +representing the Virgin and Child. After much controversy, they
 +compromised by taking away the Child. One would think that this was even
 +more corrupted with Mariolatry, unless the mother was counted less
 +dangerous when deprived of a sort of weapon. But the practical
 +difficulty is also a parable. You cannot chip away the statue of a
 +mother from all round that of a new-born child. You cannot suspend the
 +new-born child in mid-air; indeed you cannot really have a statue of a
 +new-born child at all. Similarly, you cannot suspend the idea of a
 +new-born child in the void or think of him without thinking of his
 +mother. You cannot visit the child without visiting the mother; you
 +cannot in common human life approach the child except through the
 +mother. If we are to think of Christ in this aspect at all, the other
 +idea follows as it is followed in history. We must either leave Christ
 +out of Christmas, or Christmas out of Christ, or we must admit, if only
 +as we admit it in an old picture, that those holy heads are too near
 +together for the haloes not to mingle and cross.</p>
 +
 +<p>It might be suggested, in a somewhat violent image, that nothing had
 +happened in that fold or crack in the great grey hills except that the
 +whole universe had been turned inside out. I mean that all the eyes of
 +wonder and worship which had been turned outwards to the largest thing
 +were now turned inward to the smallest. The very image will suggest all
 +that multitudinous marvel of converging eyes that makes so much of the
 +coloured Catholic imagery like a peacock’s tail. But it is true in a
 +sense that God who had been only a circumference was seen as a centre;
 +and a centre is infinitely small. It is true that the spiritual spiral
 +henceforward works inwards instead of outwards, and in that sense is
 +centripetal and not centrifugal. The faith becomes, in more<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_195" id="page_195">{195}</a></span> ways than
 +one, a religion of little things. But its traditions in art and
 +literature and popular fable have quite sufficiently attested, as has
 +been said, this particular paradox of the divine being in the cradle.
 +Perhaps they have not so clearly emphasised the significance of the
 +divine being in the cave. Curiously enough, indeed, tradition has not
 +very clearly emphasised the cave. It is a familiar fact that the
 +Bethlehem scene has been represented in every possible setting of time
 +and country, of landscape and architecture; and it is a wholly happy and
 +admirable fact that men have conceived it as quite different according
 +to their different individual traditions and tastes. But while all have
 +realised that it was a stable, not so many have realised that it was a
 +cave. Some critics have even been so silly as to suppose that there was
 +some contradiction between the stable and the cave; in which case they
 +cannot know much about caves or stables in Palestine. As they see
 +differences that are not there, it is needless to add that they do not
 +see differences that are there. When a well-known critic says, for
 +instance, that Christ being born in a rocky cavern is like Mithras
 +having sprung alive out of a rock, it sounds like a parody upon
 +comparative religion. There is such a thing as the point of a story,
 +even if it is a story in the sense of a lie. And the notion of a hero
 +appearing, like Pallas from the brain of Zeus, mature and without a
 +mother, is obviously the very opposite of the idea of a god being born
 +like an ordinary baby and entirely dependent on a mother. Whichever
 +ideal we might prefer, we should surely see that they are contrary
 +ideals. It is as stupid to connect them because they both contain a
 +substance called stone as to identify the punishment of the Deluge with
 +the baptism in the Jordan because they both contain a substance called
 +water. Whether as a myth or a mystery, Christ was obviously conceived as
 +born in a hole in the rocks primarily because it marked the position of
 +one<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_196" id="page_196">{196}</a></span> outcast and homeless. Nevertheless it is true, as I have said, that
 +the cave has not been so commonly or so clearly used as a symbol as the
 +other realities that surrounded the first Christmas.</p>
 +
 +<p>And the reason for this also refers to the very nature of that new
 +world. It was in a sense the difficulty of a new dimension. Christ was
 +not only born on the level of the world, but even lower than the world.
 +The first act of the divine drama was enacted, not only on no stage set
 +up above the sightseer, but on a dark and curtained stage sunken out of
 +sight; and that is an idea very difficult to express in most modes of
 +artistic expression. It is the idea of simultaneous happenings on
 +different levels of life. Something like it might have been attempted in
 +the more archaic and decorative medieval art. But the more the artists
 +learned of realism and perspective, the less they could depict at once
 +the angels in the heavens and the shepherds on the hills, and the glory
 +in the darkness that was under the hills. Perhaps it could have been
 +best conveyed by the characteristic expedient of some of the medieval
 +guilds, when they wheeled about the streets a theatre with three stages
 +one above the other, with heaven above the earth and hell under the
 +earth. But in the riddle of Bethlehem it was heaven that was under the
 +earth.</p>
 +
 +<p>There is in that alone the touch of a revolution, as of the world turned
 +upside down. It would be vain to attempt to say anything adequate, or
 +anything new, about the change which this conception of a deity born
 +like an outcast or even an outlaw had upon the whole conception of law
 +and its duties to the poor and outcast. It is profoundly true to say
 +that after that moment there could be no slaves. There could be and were
 +people bearing that legal title until the Church was strong enough to
 +weed them out, but there could be no more of the pagan repose in the
 +mere advantage to the state of keeping it a servile state. Individuals
 +became important, in<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_197" id="page_197">{197}</a></span> a sense in which no instruments can be important.
 +A man could not be a means to an end, at any rate to any other man’s
 +end. All this popular and fraternal element in the story has been
 +rightly attached by tradition to the episode of the Shepherds; the hinds
 +who found themselves talking face to face with the princes of heaven.
 +But there is another aspect of the popular element as represented by the
 +shepherds which has not perhaps been so fully developed; and which is
 +more directly relevant here.</p>
 +
 +<p>Men of the people, like the shepherds, men of the popular tradition, had
 +everywhere been the makers of the mythologies. It was they who had felt
 +most directly, with least check or chill from philosophy or the corrupt
 +cults of civilisation, the need we have already considered; the images
 +that were adventures of the imagination; the mythology that was a sort
 +of search; the tempting and tantalising hints of something half-human in
 +nature; the dumb significance of seasons and special places. They had
 +best understood that the soul of a landscape is a story and the soul of
 +a story is a personality. But rationalism had already begun to rot away
 +these really irrational though imaginative treasures of the peasant;
 +even as systematic slavery had eaten the peasant out of house and home.
 +Upon all such peasantries everywhere there was descending a dusk and
 +twilight of disappointment, in the hour when these few men discovered
 +what they sought. Everywhere else Arcadia was fading from the forest.
 +Pan was dead and the shepherds were scattered like sheep. And though no
 +man knew it, the hour was near which was to end and to fulfil all
 +things; and though no man heard it, there was one far-off cry in an
 +unknown tongue upon the heaving wilderness of the mountains. The
 +shepherds had found their Shepherd.</p>
 +
 +<p>And the thing they found was of a kind with the things they sought. The
 +populace had been wrong in many things; but they had not been wrong in<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_198" id="page_198">{198}</a></span>
 +believing that holy things could have a habitation and that divinity
 +need not disdain the limits of time and space. And the barbarian who
 +conceived the crudest fancy about the sun being stolen and hidden in a
 +box, or the wildest myth about the god being rescued and his enemy
 +deceived with a stone, was nearer to the secret of the cave and knew
 +more about the crisis of the world than all those in the circle of
 +cities round the Mediterranean who had become content with cold
 +abstractions or cosmopolitan generalisations; than all those who were
 +spinning thinner and thinner threads of thought out of the
 +transcendentalism of Plato or the orientalism of Pythagoras. The place
 +that the shepherds found was not an academy or an abstract republic; it
 +was not a place of myths allegorised or dissected or explained or
 +explained away. It was a place of dreams come true. Since that hour no
 +mythologies have been made in the world. Mythology is a search.</p>
 +
 +<p>We all know that the popular presentation of this popular story, in so
 +many miracle plays and carols, has given to the shepherds the costume,
 +the language, and the landscape of the separate English and European
 +countrysides. We all know that one shepherd will talk in a Somerset
 +dialect or another talk of driving his sheep from Conway towards the
 +Clyde. Most of us know by this time how true is that error, how wise,
 +how artistic, how intensely Christian and Catholic is that anachronism.
 +But some who have seen it in these scenes of medieval rusticity have
 +perhaps not seen it in another sort of poetry, which it is sometimes the
 +fashion to call artificial rather than artistic. I fear that many modern
 +critics will see only a faded classicism in the fact that men like
 +Crashaw and Herrick conceived the shepherds of Bethlehem under the form
 +of the shepherds of Virgil. Yet they were profoundly right; and in
 +turning their Bethlehem play into a Latin Eclogue they took up one of
 +the most important links in human history.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_199" id="page_199">{199}</a></span> Virgil, as we have already
 +seen, does stand for all that saner heathenism that had overthrown the
 +insane heathenism of human sacrifice; but the very fact that even the
 +Virgilian virtues and the sane heathenism were in incurable decay is the
 +whole problem to which the revelation to the shepherds is the solution.
 +If the world had ever had the chance to grow weary of being demoniac, it
 +might have been healed merely by becoming sane. But if it had grown
 +weary even of being sane, what was to happen except what did happen? Nor
 +is it false to conceive the Arcadian shepherd of the Eclogues as
 +rejoicing in what did happen. One of the Eclogues has even been claimed
 +as a prophecy of what did happen. But it is quite as much in the tone
 +and incidental diction of the great poet that we feel the potential
 +sympathy with the great event; and even in their own human phrases the
 +voices of the Virgilian shepherds might more than once have broken upon
 +more than the tenderness of Italy.... <i>Incipe, parve puer, risu
 +cognoscere matrem.</i>... They might have found in that strange place all
 +that was best in the last traditions of the Latins; and something better
 +than a wooden idol standing up for ever for the pillar of the human
 +family; a Household God. But they and all the other mythologists would
 +be justified in rejoicing that the event had fulfilled not merely the
 +mysticism but the materialism of mythology. Mythology had many sins; but
 +it had not been wrong in being as carnal as the Incarnation. With
 +something of the ancient voice that was supposed to have rung through
 +the groves, it could cry again, ‘We have seen, he hath seen us, a
 +visible god.’ So the ancient shepherds might have danced, and their feet
 +have been beautiful upon the mountains, rejoicing over the philosophers.
 +But the philosophers had also heard.</p>
 +
 +<p>It is still a strange story, though an old one, how they came out of
 +orient lands, crowned with the majesty of kings and clothed with
 +something of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_200" id="page_200">{200}</a></span> mystery of magicians. That truth that is tradition has
 +wisely remembered them almost as unknown quantities, as mysterious as
 +their mysterious and melodious names: Melchior, Caspar, Balthazar. But
 +there came with them all that world of wisdom that had watched the stars
 +in Chaldea and the sun in Persia; and we shall not be wrong if we see in
 +them the same curiosity that moves all the sages. They would stand for
 +the same human ideal if their names had really been Confucius or
 +Pythagoras or Plato. They were those who sought not tales but the truth
 +of things; and since their thirst for truth was itself a thirst for God,
 +they also have had their reward. But even in order to understand that
 +reward, we must understand that for philosophy as much as mythology,
 +that reward was the completion of the incomplete.</p>
 +
 +<p>Such learned men would doubtless have come, as these learned men did
 +come, to find themselves confirmed in much that was true in their own
 +traditions and right in their own reasoning. Confucius would have found
 +a new foundation for the family in the very reversal of the Holy Family;
 +Buddha would have looked upon a new renunciation, of stars rather than
 +jewels and divinity than royalty. These learned men would still have the
 +right to say, or rather a new right to say, that there was truth in
 +their old teaching. But, after all, these learned men would have come to
 +learn. They would have come to complete their conceptions with something
 +they had not yet conceived; even to balance their imperfect universe
 +with something they might once have contradicted. Buddha would have come
 +from his impersonal paradise to worship a person. Confucius would have
 +come from his temples of ancestor-worship to worship a child.</p>
 +
 +<p>We must grasp from the first this character in the new cosmos: that it
 +was larger than the old cosmos. In that sense Christendom is larger than
 +creation; as creation had been before Christ. It included things that
 +had not been there; it also included the things<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_201" id="page_201">{201}</a></span> that had been there.
 +The point happens to be well illustrated in this example of Chinese
 +piety, but it would be true of other pagan virtues or pagan beliefs.
 +Nobody can doubt that a reasonable respect for parents is part of a
 +gospel in which God himself was subject in childhood to earthly parents.
 +But the other sense in which the parents were subject to him does
 +introduce an idea that is not Confucian. The infant Christ is not like
 +the infant Confucius; our mysticism conceives him in an immortal
 +infancy. I do not know what Confucius would have done with the Bambino,
 +had it come to life in his arms as it did in the arms of St. Francis.
 +But this is true in relation to all the other religions and
 +philosophies; it is the challenge of the Church. The Church contains
 +what the world does not contain. Life itself does not provide as she
 +does for all sides of life. That every other single system is narrow and
 +insufficient compared to this one; that is not a rhetorical boast; it is
 +a real fact and a real dilemma. Where is the Holy Child amid the Stoics
 +and the ancestor-worshippers? Where is Our Lady of the Moslems, a woman
 +made for no man and set above all angels? Where is St. Michael of the
 +monks of Buddha, rider and master of the trumpets, guarding for every
 +soldier the honour of the sword? What could St. Thomas Aquinas do with
 +the mythology of Brahminism, he who set forth all the science and
 +rationality and even rationalism of Christianity? Yet even if we compare
 +Aquinas with Aristotle, at the other extreme of reason, we shall find
 +the same sense of something added. Aquinas could understand the most
 +logical parts of Aristotle; it is doubtful if Aristotle could have
 +understood the most mystical parts of Aquinas. Even where we can hardly
 +call the Christian greater, we are forced to call him larger. But it is
 +so to whatever philosophy or heresy or modern movement we may turn. How
 +would Francis the Troubadour have fared among the Calvinists, or for
 +that matter<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_202" id="page_202">{202}</a></span> among the Utilitarians of the Manchester School? Yet men
 +like Bossuet and Pascal could be as stern and logical as any Calvinist
 +or Utilitarian. How would St. Joan of Arc, a woman waving on men to war
 +with the sword, have fared among the Quakers or the Doukhabors or the
 +Tolstoyan sect of pacifists? Yet any number of Catholic saints have
 +spent their lives in preaching peace and preventing wars. It is the same
 +with all the modern attempts at Syncretism. They are never able to make
 +something larger than the Creed without leaving something out. I do not
 +mean leaving out something divine but something human; the flag or the
 +inn or the boy’s tale of battle or the hedge at the end of the field.
 +The Theosophists build a pantheon; but it is only a pantheon for
 +pantheists. They call a Parliament of Religions as a reunion of all the
 +peoples; but it is only a reunion of all the prigs. Yet exactly such a
 +pantheon had been set up two thousand years before by the shores of the
 +Mediterranean; and Christians were invited to set up the image of Jesus
 +side by side with the image of Jupiter, of Mithras, of Osiris, of Atys,
 +or of Ammon. It was the refusal of the Christians that was the
 +turning-point of history. If the Christians had accepted, they and the
 +whole world would have certainly, in a grotesque but exact metaphor,
 +gone to pot. They would all have been boiled down to one lukewarm liquid
 +in that great pot of cosmopolitan corruption in which all the other
 +myths and mysteries were already melting. It was an awful and an
 +appalling escape. Nobody understands the nature of the Church, or the
 +ringing note of the creed descending from antiquity, who does not
 +realise that the whole world once very nearly died of broadmindedness
 +and the brotherhood of all religions.</p>
 +
 +<p>Here it is the important point that the Magi, who stand for mysticism
 +and philosophy, are truly conceived as seeking something new and even as
 +finding something unexpected. That tense sense of crisis<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_203" id="page_203">{203}</a></span> which still
 +tingles in the Christmas story, and even in every Christmas celebration,
 +accentuates the idea of a search and a discovery. The discovery is, in
 +this case, truly a scientific discovery. For the other mystical figures
 +in the miracle play, for the angel and the mother, the shepherds and the
 +soldiers of Herod, there may be aspects both simpler and more
 +supernatural, more elemental or more emotional. But the Wise Men must be
 +seeking wisdom; and for them there must be a light also in the
 +intellect. And this is the light: that the Catholic creed is catholic
 +and that nothing else is catholic. The philosophy of the Church is
 +universal. The philosophy of the philosophers was not universal. Had
 +Plato and Pythagoras and Aristotle stood for an instant in the light
 +that came out of that little cave, they would have known that their own
 +light was not universal. It is far from certain, indeed, that they did
 +not know it already. Philosophy also, like mythology, had very much the
 +air of a search. It is the realisation of this truth that gives its
 +traditional majesty and mystery to the figures of the Three Kings; the
 +discovery that religion is broader than philosophy and that this is the
 +broadest of religions, contained within this narrow space. The Magicians
 +were gazing at the strange pentacle with the human triangle reversed;
 +and they have never come to the end of their calculations about it. For
 +it is the paradox of that group in the cave, that while our emotions
 +about it are of childish simplicity, our thoughts about it can branch
 +with a never-ending complexity. And we can never reach the end even of
 +our own ideas about the child who was a father and the mother who was a
 +child.</p>
 +
 +<p>We might well be content to say that mythology had come with the
 +shepherds and philosophy with the philosophers; and that it only
 +remained for them to combine in the recognisation of religion. But there
 +was a third element that must not be ignored and one which that religion
 +for ever refuses to ignore,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_204" id="page_204">{204}</a></span> in any revel or reconciliation. There was
 +present in the primary scenes of the drama that Enemy that had rotted
 +the legends with lust and frozen the theories into atheism, but which
 +answered the direct challenge with something of that more direct method
 +which we have seen in the conscious cult of the demons. In the
 +description of that demon-worship, of the devouring detestation of
 +innocence shown in the works of its witchcraft and the most inhuman of
 +its human sacrifice, I have said less of its indirect and secret
 +penetration of the saner paganism; the soaking of mythological
 +imagination with sex; the rise of imperial pride into insanity. But both
 +the indirect and the direct influence make themselves felt in the drama
 +of Bethlehem. A ruler under the Roman suzerainty, probably equipped and
 +surrounded with the Roman ornament and order though himself of eastern
 +blood, seems in that hour to have felt stirring within him the spirit of
 +strange things. We all know the story of how Herod, alarmed at some
 +rumour of a mysterious rival, remembered the wild gesture of the
 +capricious despots of Asia and ordered a massacre of suspects of the new
 +generation of the populace. Every one knows the story; but not every one
 +has perhaps noted its place in the story of the strange religions of
 +men. Not everybody has seen the significance even of its very contrast
 +with the Corinthian columns and Roman pavement of that conquered and
 +superficially civilised world. Only, as the purpose in his dark spirit
 +began to show and shine in the eyes of the Idumean, a seer might perhaps
 +have seen something like a great grey ghost that looked over his
 +shoulder; have seen behind him, filling the dome of night and hovering
 +for the last time over history, that vast and fearful face that was
 +Moloch of the Carthaginians; awaiting his last tribute from a ruler of
 +the races of Shem. The demons also, in that first festival of Christmas,
 +feasted after their own fashion.</p>
 +
 +<p>Unless we understand the presence of that Enemy,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_205" id="page_205">{205}</a></span> we shall not only miss
 +the point of Christianity, but even miss the point of Christmas.
 +Christmas for us in Christendom has become one thing, and in one sense
 +even a simple thing. But, like all the truths of that tradition, it is
 +in another sense a very complex thing. Its unique note is the
 +simultaneous striking of many notes; of humility, of gaiety, of
 +gratitude, of mystical fear, but also of vigilance and of drama. It is
 +not only an occasion for the peacemakers any more than for the
 +merrymakers; it is not only a Hindu peace conference any more than it is
 +only a Scandinavian winter feast. There is something defiant in it also;
 +something that makes the abrupt bells at midnight sound like the great
 +guns of a battle that has just been won. All this indescribable thing
 +that we call the Christmas atmosphere only hangs in the air as something
 +like a lingering fragrance or fading vapour from the exultant explosion
 +of that one hour in the Judean hills nearly two thousand years ago. But
 +the savour is still unmistakable, and it is something too subtle or too
 +solitary to be covered by our use of the word peace. By the very nature
 +of the story the rejoicings in the cavern were rejoicings in a fortress
 +or an outlaw’s den; properly understood it is not unduly flippant to say
 +they were rejoicings in a dug-out. It is not only true that such a
 +subterranean chamber was a hiding-place from enemies; and that the
 +enemies were already scouring the stony plain that lay above it like a
 +sky. It is not only that the very horse-hoofs of Herod might in that
 +sense have passed like thunder over the sunken head of Christ. It is
 +also that there is in that image a true idea of an outpost, of a
 +piercing through the rock and an entrance into an enemy territory. There
 +is in this buried divinity an idea of <i>undermining</i> the world; of
 +shaking the towers and palaces from below; even as Herod the great king
 +felt that earthquake under him and swayed with his swaying palace.</p>
 +
 +<p>That is perhaps the mightiest of the mysteries of<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_206" id="page_206">{206}</a></span> the cave. It is
 +already apparent that though men are said to have looked for hell under
 +the earth, in this case it is rather heaven that is under the earth. And
 +there follows in this strange story the idea of an upheaval of heaven.
 +That is the paradox of the whole position; that henceforth the highest
 +thing can only work from below. Royalty can only return to its own by a
 +sort of rebellion. Indeed the Church from its beginnings, and perhaps
 +especially in its beginnings, was not so much a principality as a
 +revolution against the prince of the world. This sense that the world
 +had been conquered by the great usurper, and was in his possession, has
 +been much deplored or derided by those optimists who identify
 +enlightenment with ease. But it was responsible for all that thrill of
 +defiance and a beautiful danger that made the good news seem to be
 +really both good and new. It was in truth against a huge unconscious
 +usurpation that it raised a revolt, and originally so obscure a revolt.
 +Olympus still occupied the sky like a motionless cloud moulded into many
 +mighty forms; philosophy still sat in the high places and even on the
 +thrones of the kings, when Christ was born in the cave and Christianity
 +in the catacombs.</p>
 +
 +<p>In both cases we may remark the same paradox of revolution; the sense of
 +something despised and of something feared. The cave in one aspect is
 +only a hole or corner into which the outcasts are swept like rubbish;
 +yet in the other aspect it is a hiding-place of something valuable which
 +the tyrants are seeking like treasure. In one sense they are there
 +because the innkeeper would not even remember them, and in another
 +because the king can never forget them. We have already noted that this
 +paradox appeared also in the treatment of the early Church. It was
 +important while it was still insignificant, and certainly while it was
 +still impotent. It was important solely because it was intolerable; and
 +in that sense it is true to say that it was intolerable because it was<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_207" id="page_207">{207}</a></span>
 +intolerant. It was resented, because, in its own still and almost secret
 +way, it had declared war. It had risen out of the ground to wreck the
 +heaven and earth of heathenism. It did not try to destroy all that
 +creation of gold and marble; but it contemplated a world without it. It
 +dared to look right through it as though the gold and marble had been
 +glass. Those who charged the Christians with burning down Rome with
 +firebrands were slanderers; but they were at least far nearer to the
 +nature of Christianity than those among the moderns who tell us that the
 +Christians were a sort of ethical society, being martyred in a languid
 +fashion for telling men they had a duty to their neighbours, and only
 +mildly disliked because they were meek and mild.</p>
 +
 +<p>Herod had his place, therefore, in the miracle play of Bethlehem because
 +he is the menace to the Church Militant and shows it from the first as
 +under persecution and fighting for its life. For those who think this a
 +discord, it is a discord that sounds simultaneously with the Christmas
 +bells. For those who think the idea of the Crusade is one that spoils
 +the idea of the Cross, we can only say that for them the idea of the
 +Cross is spoiled; the idea of the Cross is spoiled quite literally in
 +the Cradle. It is not here to the purpose to argue with them on the
 +abstract ethics of fighting; the purpose in this place is merely to sum
 +up the combination of ideas that make up the Christian and Catholic
 +idea, and to note that all of them are already crystallised in the first
 +Christmas story. They are three distinct and commonly contrasted things
 +which are nevertheless one thing; but this is the only thing which can
 +make them one. The first is the human instinct for a heaven that shall
 +be as literal and almost as local as a home. It is the idea pursued by
 +all poets and pagans making myths; that a particular place must be the
 +shrine of the god or the abode of the blest; that fairyland is a land;
 +or that the return of the ghost must be the resurrection<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_208" id="page_208">{208}</a></span> of the body. I
 +do not here reason about the refusal of rationalism to satisfy this
 +need. I only say that if the rationalists refuse to satisfy it, the
 +pagans will not be satisfied. This is present in the story of Bethlehem
 +and Jerusalem as it is present in the story of Delos and Delphi; and as
 +it is <i>not</i> present in the whole universe of Lucretius or the whole
 +universe of Herbert Spencer. The second element is a philosophy <i>larger</i>
 +than other philosophies; larger than that of Lucretius and infinitely
 +larger than that of Herbert Spencer. It looks at the world through a
 +hundred windows where the ancient stoic or the modern agnostic only
 +looks through one. It sees life with thousands of eyes belonging to
 +thousands of different sorts of people, where the other is only the
 +individual standpoint of a stoic or an agnostic. It has something for
 +all moods of man, it finds work for all kinds of men, it understands
 +secrets of psychology, it is aware of depths of evil, it is able to
 +distinguish between real and unreal marvels and miraculous exceptions,
 +it trains itself in tact about hard cases, all with a multiplicity and
 +subtlety and imagination about the varieties of life which is far beyond
 +the bald or breezy platitudes of most ancient or modern moral
 +philosophy. In a word, there is more in it; it finds more in existence
 +to think about; it gets more out of life. Masses of this material about
 +our many-sided life have been added since the time of St. Thomas
 +Aquinas. But St. Thomas Aquinas alone would have found himself limited
 +in the world of Confucius or of Comte. And the third point is this: that
 +while it is local enough for poetry and larger than any other
 +philosophy, it is also a challenge and a fight. While it is deliberately
 +broadened to embrace every aspect of truth, it is still stiffly
 +embattled against every mode of error. It gets every kind of man to
 +fight for it, it gets every kind of weapon to fight with, it widens its
 +knowledge of the things that are fought for and against with every art
 +of curiosity<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_209" id="page_209">{209}</a></span> or sympathy; but it never forgets that it is fighting. It
 +proclaims peace on earth and never forgets why there was war in heaven.</p>
 +
 +<p>This is the trinity of truths symbolised here by the three types in the
 +old Christmas story: the shepherds and the kings and that other king who
 +warred upon the children. It is simply not true to say that other
 +religions and philosophies are in this respect its rivals. It is not
 +true to say that any one of them combines these characters; it is not
 +true to say that any one of them pretends to combine them. Buddhism may
 +profess to be equally mystical; it does not even profess to be equally
 +military. Islam may profess to be equally military; it does not even
 +profess to be equally metaphysical and subtle. Confucianism may profess
 +to satisfy the need of the philosophers for order and reason; it does
 +not even profess to satisfy the need of the mystics for miracle and
 +sacrament and the consecration of concrete things. There are many
 +evidences of this presence of a spirit at once universal and unique. One
 +will serve here which is the symbol of the subject of this chapter; that
 +no other story, no pagan legend or philosophical anecdote or historical
 +event, does in fact affect any of us with that peculiar and even
 +poignant impression produced on us by the word Bethlehem. No other birth
 +of a god or childhood of a sage seems to us to be Christmas or anything
 +like Christmas. It is either too cold or too frivolous, or too formal
 +and classical, or too simple and savage, or too occult and complicated.
 +Not one of us, whatever his opinions, would ever go to such a scene with
 +the sense that he was going home. He might admire it because it was
 +poetical, or because it was philosophical, or any number of other things
 +in separation; but not because it was itself. The truth is that there is
 +a quite peculiar and individual character about the hold of this story
 +on human nature; it is not in its psychological substance at all like a
 +mere legend or the life of a great man. It does<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_210" id="page_210">{210}</a></span> not exactly in the
 +ordinary sense turn our minds to greatness; to those extensions and
 +exaggerations of humanity which are turned into gods and heroes, even by
 +the healthiest sort of hero-worship. It does not exactly work outwards,
 +adventurously, to the wonders to be found at the ends of the earth. It
 +is rather something that surprises us from behind, from the hidden and
 +personal part of our being; like that which can sometimes take us off
 +our guard in the pathos of small objects or the blind pieties of the
 +poor. It is rather as if a man had found an inner room in the very heart
 +of his own house which he had never suspected; and seen a light from
 +within. It is as if he found something at the back of his own heart that
 +betrayed him into good. It is not made of what the world would call
 +strong materials; or rather it is made of materials whose strength is in
 +that winged levity with which they brush us and pass. It is all that is
 +in us but a brief tenderness that is there made eternal; all that means
 +no more than a momentary softening that is in some strange fashion
 +become a strengthening and a repose; it is the broken speech and the
 +lost word that are made positive and suspended unbroken; as the strange
 +kings fade into a far country and the mountains resound no more with the
 +feet of the shepherds; and only the night and the cavern lie in fold
 +upon fold over something more human than humanity.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_211" id="page_211">{211}</a></span></p>
 +
 +<h3><a name="CHAPTER_II-b" id="CHAPTER_II-b"></a>CHAPTER II<br /><br />
 +THE RIDDLES OF THE GOSPEL</h3>
 +
 +<p class="nind"><span class="smcap">To</span> understand the nature of this chapter, it is necessary to recur to
 +the nature of this book. The argument which is meant to be the backbone
 +of the book is of the kind called the <i>reductio ad absurdum</i>. It
 +suggests that the results of assuming the rationalist thesis are more
 +irrational than ours; but to prove it we must assume that thesis. Thus
 +in the first section I often treated man as merely an animal, to show
 +that the effect was more impossible than if he were treated as an angel.
 +In the sense in which it was necessary to treat man merely as an animal,
 +it is necessary to treat Christ merely as a man. I have to suspend my
 +own beliefs, which are much more positive; and assume this limitation
 +even in order to remove it. I must try to imagine what would happen to a
 +man who did really read the story of Christ as the story of a man; and
 +even of a man of whom he had never heard before. And I wish to point out
 +that a really impartial reading of that kind would lead, if not
 +immediately to belief, at least to a bewilderment of which there is
 +really no solution except in belief. In this chapter, for this reason, I
 +shall bring in nothing of the spirit of my own creed; I shall exclude
 +the very style of diction, and even of lettering, which I should think
 +fitting in speaking in my own person. I am speaking as an imaginary
 +heathen human being, honestly staring at the Gospel story for the first
 +time.</p>
 +
 +<p>Now it is not at all easy to regard the New Testament as a New
 +Testament. It is not at all easy to<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_212" id="page_212">{212}</a></span> realise the good news as new. Both
 +for good and evil familiarity fills us with assumptions and
 +associations; and no man of our civilisation, whatever he thinks of our
 +religion, can really read the thing as if he had never heard of it
 +before. Of course it is in any case utterly unhistorical to talk as if
 +the New Testament were a neatly bound book that had fallen from heaven.
 +It is simply the selection made by the authority of the Church from a
 +mass of early Christian literature. But apart from any such question,
 +there is a psychological difficulty in feeling the New Testament as new.
 +There is a psychological difficulty in seeing those well-known words
 +simply as they stand and without going beyond what they intrinsically
 +stand for. And this difficulty must indeed be very great; for the result
 +of it is very curious. The result of it is that most modern critics and
 +most current criticism, even popular criticism, makes a comment that is
 +the exact reverse of the truth. It is so completely the reverse of the
 +truth that one could almost suspect that they had never read the New
 +Testament at all.</p>
 +
 +<p>We have all heard people say a hundred times over, for they seem never
 +to tire of saying it, that the Jesus of the New Testament is indeed a
 +most merciful and humane lover of humanity, but that the Church has
 +hidden this human character in repellent dogmas and stiffened it with
 +ecclesiastical terrors till it has taken on an inhuman character. This
 +is, I venture to repeat, very nearly the reverse of the truth. The truth
 +is that it is the image of Christ in the churches that is almost
 +entirely mild and merciful. It is the image of Christ in the Gospels
 +that is a good many other things as well. The figure in the Gospels does
 +indeed utter in words of almost heart-breaking beauty his pity for our
 +broken hearts. But they are very far from being the only sort of words
 +that he utters. Nevertheless they are almost the only kind of words that
 +the Church in its popular imagery ever repre<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_213" id="page_213">{213}</a></span>sents him as uttering. That
 +popular imagery is inspired by a perfectly sound popular instinct. The
 +mass of the poor are broken, and the mass of the people are poor, and
 +for the mass of mankind the main thing is to carry the conviction of the
 +incredible compassion of God. But nobody with his eyes open can doubt
 +that it is chiefly this idea of compassion that the popular machinery of
 +the Church does seek to carry. The popular imagery carries a great deal
 +to excess the sentiment of ‘Gentle Jesus, meek and mild.’ It is the
 +first thing that the outsider feels and criticises in a Pietà or a
 +shrine of the Sacred Heart. As I say, while the art may be insufficient,
 +I am not sure that the instinct is unsound. In any case there is
 +something appalling, something that makes the blood run cold, in the
 +idea of having a statue of Christ in wrath. There is something
 +insupportable even to the imagination in the idea of turning the corner
 +of a street or coming out into the spaces of a market-place to meet the
 +petrifying petrifaction of <i>that</i> figure as it turned upon a generation
 +of vipers, or that face as it looked at the face of a hypocrite. The
 +Church can reasonably be justified therefore if she turns the most
 +merciful face or aspect towards men; but it is certainly the most
 +merciful aspect that she does turn. And the point is here that it is
 +very much more specially and exclusively merciful than any impression
 +that could be formed by a man merely reading the New Testament for the
 +first time. A man simply taking the words of the story as they stand
 +would form quite another impression; an impression full of mystery and
 +possibly of inconsistency; but certainly not merely an impression of
 +mildness. It would be intensely interesting; but part of the interest
 +would consist in its leaving a good deal to be guessed at or explained.
 +It is full of sudden gestures evidently significant except that we
 +hardly know what they signify; of enigmatic silences; of ironical
 +replies. The outbreaks of wrath, like storms above<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_214" id="page_214">{214}</a></span> our atmosphere, do
 +not seem to break out exactly where we should expect them, but to follow
 +some higher weather-chart of their own. The Peter whom popular Church
 +teaching presents is very rightly the Peter to whom Christ said in
 +forgiveness, ‘Feed my lambs.’ He is not the Peter upon whom Christ
 +turned as if he were the devil, crying in that obscure wrath, ‘Get thee
 +behind me, Satan.’ Christ lamented with nothing but love and pity over
 +Jerusalem which was to murder him. We do not know what strange spiritual
 +atmosphere or spiritual insight led him to sink Bethsaida lower in the
 +pit than Sodom. I am putting aside for the moment all questions of
 +doctrinal inferences or expositions, orthodox or otherwise; I am simply
 +imagining the effect on a man’s mind if he did really do what these
 +critics are always talking about doing; if he did really read the New
 +Testament without reference to orthodoxy and even without reference to
 +doctrine. He would find a number of things which fit in far less with
 +the current unorthodoxy than they do with the current orthodoxy. He
 +would find, for instance, that if there are any descriptions that
 +deserved to be called realistic, they are precisely the descriptions of
 +the supernatural. If there is one aspect of the New Testament Jesus in
 +which he may be said to present himself eminently as a practical person,
 +it is in the aspect of an exorcist. There is nothing meek and mild,
 +there is nothing even in the ordinary sense mystical, about the tone of
 +the voice that says ‘Hold thy peace and come out of him.’ It is much
 +more like the tone of a very business-like lion-tamer or a strong-minded
 +doctor dealing with a homicidal maniac. But this is only a side issue
 +for the sake of illustration; I am not now raising these controversies;
 +but considering the case of the imaginary man from the moon to whom the
 +New Testament is new.</p>
 +
 +<p>Now the first thing to note is that if we take it merely as a human
 +story, it is in some ways a very<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_215" id="page_215">{215}</a></span> strange story. I do not refer here to
 +its tremendous and tragic culmination or to any implications involving
 +triumph in that tragedy. I do not refer to what is commonly called the
 +miraculous element; for on that point philosophies vary and modern
 +philosophies very decidedly waver. Indeed the educated Englishman of
 +to-day may be said to have passed from an old fashion, in which he would
 +not believe in any miracles unless they were ancient, and adopted a new
 +fashion in which he will not believe in any miracles unless they are
 +modern. He used to hold that miraculous cures stopped with the first
 +Christians and is now inclined to suspect that they began with the first
 +Christian Scientists. But I refer here rather specially to unmiraculous
 +and even to unnoticed and inconspicuous parts of the story. There are a
 +great many things about it which nobody would have invented, for they
 +are things that nobody has ever made any particular use of; things which
 +if they were remarked at all have remained rather as puzzles. For
 +instance, there is that long stretch of silence in the life of Christ up
 +to the age of thirty. It is of all silences the most immense and
 +imaginatively impressive. But it is not the sort of thing that anybody
 +is particularly likely to invent in order to prove something; and nobody
 +so far as I know has ever tried to prove anything in particular from it.
 +It is impressive, but it is only impressive as a fact; there is nothing
 +particularly popular or obvious about it as a fable. The ordinary trend
 +of hero-worship and myth-making is much more likely to say the precise
 +opposite. It is much more likely to say (as I believe some of the
 +gospels rejected by the Church do say) that Jesus displayed a divine
 +precocity and began his mission at a miraculously early age. And there
 +is indeed something strange in the thought that he who of all humanity
 +needed least preparation seems to have had most. Whether it was some
 +mode of the divine humility, or some truth of which we<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_216" id="page_216">{216}</a></span> see the shadow
 +in the longer domestic tutelage of the higher creatures of the earth, I
 +do not propose to speculate; I mention it simply as an example of the
 +sort of thing that does in any case give rise to speculations, quite
 +apart from recognised religious speculations. Now the whole story is
 +full of these things. It is not by any means, as baldly presented in
 +print, a story that it is easy to get to the bottom of. It is anything
 +but what these people talk of as a simple Gospel. Relatively speaking,
 +it is the Gospel that has the mysticism and the Church that has the
 +rationalism. As I should put it, of course, it is the Gospel that is the
 +riddle and the Church that is the answer. But whatever be the answer,
 +the Gospel as it stands is almost a book of riddles.</p>
 +
 +<p>First, a man reading the Gospel sayings would not find platitudes. If he
 +had read even in the most respectful spirit the majority of ancient
 +philosophers and of modern moralists, he would appreciate the unique
 +importance of saying that he did not find platitudes. It is more than
 +can be said even of Plato. It is much more than can be said of Epictetus
 +or Seneca or Marcus Aurelius or Apollonius of Tyana. And it is
 +immeasurably more than can be said of most of the agnostic moralists and
 +the preachers of the ethical societies; with their songs of service and
 +their religion of brotherhood. The morality of most moralists, ancient
 +and modern, has been one solid and polished cataract of platitudes
 +flowing for ever and ever. That would certainly not be the impression of
 +the imaginary independent outsider studying the New Testament. He would
 +be conscious of nothing so commonplace and in a sense of nothing so
 +continuous as that stream. He would find a number of strange claims that
 +might sound like the claim to be the brother of the sun and moon; a
 +number of very startling pieces of advice; a number of stunning rebukes;
 +a number of strangely beautiful stories. He would see some very
 +gigantesque figures of speech<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_217" id="page_217">{217}</a></span> about the impossibility of threading a
 +needle with a camel or the possibility of throwing a mountain into the
 +sea. He would see a number of very daring simplifications of the
 +difficulties of life; like the advice to shine upon everybody
 +indifferently as does the sunshine or not to worry about the future any
 +more than the birds. He would find on the other hand some passages of
 +almost impenetrable darkness, so far as he is concerned, such as the
 +moral of the parable of the Unjust Steward. Some of these things might
 +strike him as fables and some as truths; but none as truisms. For
 +instance, he would not find the ordinary platitudes in favour of peace.
 +He would find several paradoxes in favour of peace. He would find
 +several ideals of non-resistance, which taken as they stand would be
 +rather too pacific for any pacifist. He would be told in one passage to
 +treat a robber <i>not</i> with passive resistance, but rather with positive
 +and enthusiastic encouragement, if the terms be taken literally; heaping
 +up gifts upon the man who had stolen goods. But he would not find a word
 +of all that obvious rhetoric against war which has filled countless
 +books and odes and orations; not a word about the wickedness of war, the
 +wastefulness of war, the appalling scale of the slaughter in war and all
 +the rest of the familiar frenzy; indeed not a word about war at all.
 +There is nothing that throws any particular light on Christ’s attitude
 +towards organised warfare, except that he seems to have been rather fond
 +of Roman soldiers. Indeed it is another perplexity, speaking from the
 +same external and human standpoint, that he seems to have got on much
 +better with Romans than he did with Jews. But the question here is a
 +certain tone to be appreciated by merely reading a certain text; and we
 +might give any number of instances of it.</p>
 +
 +<p>The statement that the meek shall inherit the earth is very far from
 +being a meek statement. I mean it is not meek in the ordinary sense of
 +mild and moderate<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_218" id="page_218">{218}</a></span> and inoffensive. To justify it, it would be necessary
 +to go very deep into history and anticipate things undreamed of then and
 +by many unrealised even now; such as the way in which the mystical monks
 +reclaimed the lands which the practical kings had lost. If it was a
 +truth at all, it was because it was a prophecy. But certainly it was not
 +a truth in the sense of a truism. The blessing upon the meek would seem
 +to be a very violent statement; in the sense of doing violence to reason
 +and probability. And with this we come to another important stage in the
 +speculation. As a prophecy it really was fulfilled; but it was only
 +fulfilled long afterwards. The monasteries were the most practical and
 +prosperous estates and experiments in reconstruction after the barbaric
 +deluge; the meek did really inherit the earth. But nobody could have
 +known anything of the sort at the time&mdash;unless indeed there was one who
 +knew. Something of the same thing may be said about the incident of
 +Martha and Mary; which has been interpreted in retrospect and from the
 +inside by the mystics of the Christian contemplative life. But it was
 +not at all an obvious view of it; and most moralists, ancient and
 +modern, could be trusted to make a rush for the obvious. What torrents
 +of effortless eloquence would have flowed from them to swell any slight
 +superiority on the part of Martha; what splendid sermons about the Joy
 +of Service and the Gospel of Work and the World Left Better Than We
 +Found It, and generally all the ten thousand platitudes that can be
 +uttered in favour of taking trouble&mdash;by people who need take no trouble
 +to utter them. If in Mary the mystic and child of love Christ was
 +guarding the seed of something more subtle, who was likely to understand
 +it at the time? Nobody else could have seen Clare and Catherine and
 +Teresa shining above the little roof at Bethany. It is so in another way
 +with that magnificent menace about bringing into the world a sword to
 +sunder and divide.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_219" id="page_219">{219}</a></span> Nobody could have guessed then either how it could
 +be fulfilled or how it could be justified. Indeed some freethinkers are
 +still so simple as to fall into the trap and be shocked at a phrase so
 +deliberately defiant. They actually complain of the paradox for not
 +being a platitude.</p>
 +
 +<p>But the point here is that if we <i>could</i> read the Gospel reports as
 +things as new as newspaper reports, they would puzzle us and perhaps
 +terrify us much <i>more</i> than the same things as developed by historical
 +Christianity. For instance; Christ after a clear allusion to the eunuchs
 +of eastern courts, said there would be eunuchs of the kingdom of heaven.
 +If this does not mean the voluntary enthusiasm of virginity, it could
 +only be made to mean something much more unnatural or uncouth. It is the
 +historical religion that humanises it for us by experience of
 +Franciscans or of Sisters of Mercy. The mere statement standing by
 +itself might very well suggest a rather dehumanised atmosphere; the
 +sinister and inhuman silence of the Asiatic harem and divan. This is but
 +one instance out of scores; but the moral is that the Christ of the
 +Gospel might actually seem more strange and terrible than the Christ of
 +the Church.</p>
 +
 +<p>I am dwelling on the dark or dazzling or defiant or mysterious side of
 +the Gospel words, not because they had not obviously a more obvious and
 +popular side, but because this is the answer to a common criticism on a
 +vital point. The freethinker frequently says that Jesus of Nazareth was
 +a man of his time, even if he was in advance of his time; and that we
 +cannot accept his ethics as final for humanity. The freethinker then
 +goes on to criticise his ethics, saying plausibly enough that men cannot
 +turn the other cheek, or that they must take thought for the morrow, or
 +that the self-denial is too ascetic or the monogamy too severe. But the
 +Zealots and the Legionaries did not turn the other cheek any more than
 +we do, if so much. The Jewish traders and Roman tax-gatherers<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_220" id="page_220">{220}</a></span> took
 +thought for the morrow as much as we, if not more. We cannot pretend to
 +be abandoning the morality of the past for one more suited to the
 +present. It is certainly not the morality of another age, but it might
 +be of another world.</p>
 +
 +<p>In short, we can say that these ideals are impossible in themselves.
 +Exactly what we cannot say is that they are impossible for us. They are
 +rather notably marked by a mysticism which, if it be a sort of madness,
 +would always have struck the same sort of people as mad. Take, for
 +instance, the case of marriage and the relations of the sexes. It might
 +very well have been true that a Galilean teacher taught things natural
 +to a Galilean environment; but it is not. It might rationally be
 +expected that a man in the time of Tiberius would have advanced a view
 +conditioned by the time of Tiberius; but he did not. What he advanced
 +was something quite different; something very difficult; but something
 +no more difficult now than it was then. When, for instance, Mahomet made
 +his polygamous compromise we may reasonably say that it was conditioned
 +by a polygamous society. When he allowed a man four wives he was really
 +doing something suited to the circumstances, which might have been less
 +suited to other circumstances. Nobody will pretend that the four wives
 +were like the four winds, something seemingly a part of the order of
 +nature; nobody will say that the figure four was written for ever in
 +stars upon the sky. But neither will any one say that the figure four is
 +an inconceivable ideal; that it is beyond the power of the mind of man
 +to count up to four; or to count the number of his wives and see whether
 +it amounts to four. It is a practical compromise carrying with it the
 +character of a particular society. If Mahomet had been born in Acton in
 +the nineteenth century, we may well doubt whether he would instantly
 +have filled that suburb with harems of four wives apiece. As he was born
 +in Arabia in the sixth<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_221" id="page_221">{221}</a></span> century, he did in his conjugal arrangements
 +suggest the conditions of Arabia in the sixth century. But Christ in his
 +view of marriage does not in the least suggest the conditions of
 +Palestine in the first century. He does not suggest anything at all,
 +except the sacramental view of marriage as developed long afterwards by
 +the Catholic Church. It was quite as difficult for people then as for
 +people now. It was much more puzzling to people then than to people now.
 +Jews and Romans and Greeks did not believe, and did not even understand
 +enough to disbelieve, the mystical idea that the man and the woman had
 +become one sacramental substance. We may think it an incredible or
 +impossible ideal; but we cannot think it any more incredible or
 +impossible than they would have thought it. In other words, whatever
 +else is true, it is not true that the controversy has been altered by
 +time. Whatever else is true, it is emphatically not true that the ideas
 +of Jesus of Nazareth were suitable to his time, but are no longer
 +suitable to our time. Exactly how suitable they were to his time is
 +perhaps suggested in the end of his story.</p>
 +
 +<p>The same truth might be stated in another way by saying that if the
 +story be regarded as merely human and historical, it is extraordinary
 +how very little there is in the recorded words of Christ that ties him
 +at all to his own time. I do not mean the details of a period, which
 +even a man of the period knows to be passing. I mean the fundamentals
 +which even the wisest man often vaguely assumes to be eternal. For
 +instance, Aristotle was perhaps the wisest and most wide-minded man who
 +ever lived. He founded himself entirely upon fundamentals, which have
 +been generally found to remain rational and solid through all social and
 +historical changes. Still, he lived in a world in which it was thought
 +as natural to have slaves as to have children. And therefore he did
 +permit himself a serious recognition of a difference<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_222" id="page_222">{222}</a></span> between slaves and
 +free men. Christ as much as Aristotle lived in a world that took slavery
 +for granted. He did not particularly denounce slavery. He started a
 +movement that could exist in a world with slavery. But he started a
 +movement that could exist in a world without slavery. He never used a
 +phrase that made his philosophy depend even upon the very existence of
 +the social order in which he lived. He spoke as one conscious that
 +everything was ephemeral, including the things that Aristotle thought
 +eternal. By that time the Roman Empire had come to be merely the <i>orbis
 +terrarum</i>, another name for the world. But he never made his morality
 +dependent on the existence of the Roman Empire or even on the existence
 +of the world. ‘Heaven and earth shall pass away; but my words shall not
 +pass away.’</p>
 +
 +<p>The truth is that when critics have spoken of the local limitations of
 +the Galilean, it has always been a case of the local limitations of the
 +critics. He did undoubtedly believe in certain things that one
 +particular modern sect of materialists do not believe. But they were not
 +things particularly peculiar to his time. It would be nearer the truth
 +to say that the denial of them is quite peculiar to our time. Doubtless
 +it would be nearer still to the truth to say merely that a certain
 +solemn social importance, in the minority disbelieving them, is peculiar
 +to our time. He believed, for instance, in evil spirits or in the
 +psychic healing of bodily ills; but not because he was a Galilean born
 +under Augustus. It is absurd to say that a man believed things because
 +he was a Galilean under Augustus when he might have believed the same
 +things if he had been an Egyptian under Tuten-kamen or an Indian under
 +Gengis Khan. But with this general question of the philosophy of
 +diabolism or of divine miracles I deal elsewhere. It is enough to say
 +that the materialists have to prove the impossibility of miracles
 +against the testimony of all<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_223" id="page_223">{223}</a></span> mankind, not against the prejudices of
 +provincials in North Palestine under the first Roman Emperors. What they
 +have to prove, for the present argument, is the presence in the Gospels
 +of those particular prejudices of those particular provincials. And,
 +humanly speaking, it is astonishing how little they can produce even to
 +make a beginning of proving it.</p>
 +
 +<p>So it is in this case of the sacrament of marriage. We may not believe
 +in sacraments, as we may not believe in spirits, but it is quite clear
 +that Christ believed in this sacrament in his own way and not in any
 +current or contemporary way. He certainly did not get his argument
 +against divorce from the Mosaic law or the Roman law or the habits of
 +the Palestinian people. It would appear to his critics then exactly what
 +it appears to his critics now; an arbitrary and transcendental dogma
 +coming from nowhere save in the sense that it came from him. I am not at
 +all concerned here to defend that dogma; the point here is that it is
 +just as easy to defend it now as it was to defend it then. It is an
 +ideal altogether outside time; difficult at any period; impossible at no
 +period. In other words, if any one says it is what might be expected of
 +a man walking about in that place at that period, we can quite fairly
 +answer that it is much <i>more</i> like what might be the mysterious
 +utterance of a being beyond man, if he walked alive among men.</p>
 +
 +<p>I maintain therefore that a man reading the New Testament frankly and
 +freshly would <i>not</i> get the impression of what is now often meant by a
 +human Christ. The merely human Christ is a made-up figure, a piece of
 +artificial selection, like the merely evolutionary man. Moreover there
 +have been too many of these human Christs found in the same story, just
 +as there have been too many keys to mythology found in the same stories.
 +Three or four separate schools of rationalism have worked over the<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_224" id="page_224">{224}</a></span>
 +ground and produced three or four equally rational explanations of his
 +life. The first rational explanation of his life was that he never
 +lived. And this in turn gave an opportunity for three or four different
 +explanations; as that he was a sun-myth or a corn-myth, or any other
 +kind of myth that is also a monomania. Then the idea that he was a
 +divine being who did not exist gave place to the idea that he was a
 +human being who did exist. In my youth it was the fashion to say that he
 +was merely an ethical teacher in the manner of the Essenes, who had
 +apparently nothing very much to say that Hillel or a hundred other Jews
 +might not have said; as that it is a kindly thing to be kind and an
 +assistance to purification to be pure. Then somebody said he was a
 +madman with a Messianic delusion. Then others said he was indeed an
 +original teacher because he cared about nothing but Socialism; or (as
 +others said) about nothing but Pacifism. Then a more grimly scientific
 +character appeared who said that Jesus would never have been heard of at
 +all except for his prophecies of the end of the world. He was important
 +merely as a Millennarian like Dr. Cumming; and created a provincial
 +scare by announcing the exact date of the crack of doom. Among other
 +variants on the same theme was the theory that he was a spiritual healer
 +and nothing else; a view implied by Christian Science, which has really
 +to expound a Christianity without the Crucifixion in order to explain
 +the curing of Peter’s wife’s mother or the daughter of a centurion.
 +There is another theory that concentrates entirely on the business of
 +diabolism and what it would call the contemporary superstition about
 +demoniacs; as if Christ, like a young deacon taking his first orders,
 +had got as far as exorcism and never got any further. Now each of these
 +explanations in itself seems to me singularly inadequate; but taken
 +together they do suggest something of the very mystery which they miss.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_225" id="page_225">{225}</a></span>
 +There must surely have been something not only mysterious but many-sided
 +about Christ if so many smaller Christs can be carved out of him. If the
 +Christian Scientist is satisfied with him as a spiritual healer and the
 +Christian Socialist is satisfied with him as a social reformer, so
 +satisfied that they do not even expect him to be anything else, it looks
 +as if he really covered rather more ground than they could be expected
 +to expect. And it does seem to suggest that there might be more than
 +they fancy in these other mysterious attributes of casting out devils or
 +prophesying doom.</p>
 +
 +<p>Above all, would not such a new reader of the New Testament stumble over
 +something that would startle him much more than it startles us? I have
 +here more than once attempted the rather impossible task of reversing
 +time and the historic method; and in fancy looking forward to the facts,
 +instead of backward through the memories. So I have imagined the monster
 +that man might have seemed at first to the mere nature around him. We
 +should have a worse shock if we really imagined the nature of Christ
 +named for the first time. What should we feel at the first whisper of a
 +certain suggestion about a certain man? Certainly it is not for us to
 +blame anybody who should find that first wild whisper merely impious and
 +insane. On the contrary, stumbling on that rock of scandal is the first
 +step. Stark staring incredulity is a far more loyal tribute to that
 +truth than a modernist metaphysic that would make it out merely a matter
 +of degree. It were better to rend our robes with a great cry against
 +blasphemy, like Caiaphas in the judgment, or to lay hold of the man as a
 +maniac possessed of devils like the kinsmen and the crowd, rather than
 +to stand stupidly debating fine shades of pantheism in the presence of
 +so catastrophic a claim. There is more of the wisdom that is one with
 +surprise in any simple person, full of the sensitiveness of simplicity,
 +who<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_226" id="page_226">{226}</a></span> should expect the grass to wither and the birds to drop dead out of
 +the air, when a strolling carpenter’s apprentice said calmly and almost
 +carelessly, like one looking over his shoulder: ‘Before Abraham was, I
 +am.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_227" id="page_227">{227}</a></span>’</p>
 +
 +<h3><a name="CHAPTER_III-b" id="CHAPTER_III-b"></a>CHAPTER III<br /><br />
 +THE STRANGEST STORY IN THE WORLD</h3>
 +
 +<p class="nind"><span class="smcap">In</span> the last chapter I have deliberately stressed what seems to be
 +nowadays a neglected side of the New Testament story, but nobody will
 +suppose, I imagine, that it is meant to obscure that side that may truly
 +be called human. That Christ was and is the most merciful of judges and
 +the most sympathetic of friends is a fact of considerably more
 +importance in our own private lives than in anybody’s historical
 +speculations. But the purpose of this book is to point out that
 +something unique has been swamped in cheap generalisations; and for that
 +purpose it is relevant to insist that even what was most universal was
 +also most original. For instance, we might take a topic which really is
 +sympathetic to the modern mood, as the ascetic vocations recently
 +referred to are not. The exaltation of childhood is something which we
 +do really understand; but it was by no means a thing that was then in
 +that sense understood. If we wanted an example of the originality of the
 +Gospel, we could hardly take a stronger or more startling one. Nearly
 +two thousand years afterwards we happen to find ourselves in a mood that
 +does really feel the mystical charm of the child; we express it in
 +romances and regrets about childhood, in <i>Peter Pan</i> or <i>The Child’s
 +Garden of Verses</i>. And we can say of the words of Christ with so angry
 +an anti-Christian as Swinburne:&mdash;</p>
 +
 +<div class="poetry">
 +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
 +<span class="i0">‘No sign that ever was given<br /></span>
 +<span class="i3">To faithful or faithless eyes<br /></span>
 +<span class="i1">Showed ever beyond clouds riven<br /></span>
 +<span class="i3">So clear a paradise.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_228" id="page_228">{228}</a></span><br /></span>
 +</div><div class="stanza">
 +<span class="i1">Earth’s creeds may be seventy times seven<br /></span>
 +<span class="i3">And blood have defiled each creed,<br /></span>
 +<span class="i1">But if such be the kingdom of heaven<br /></span>
 +<span class="i3">It must be heaven indeed.’<br /></span>
 +</div></div>
 +</div>
 +
 +<p>But that paradise was not clear until Christianity had gradually cleared
 +it. The pagan world, as such, would not have understood any such thing
 +as a serious suggestion that a child is higher or holier than a man. It
 +would have seemed like the suggestion that a tadpole is higher or holier
 +than a frog. To the merely rationalistic mind, it would sound like
 +saying that a bud must be more beautiful than a flower or that an unripe
 +apple must be better than a ripe one. In other words, this modern
 +feeling is an entirely mystical feeling. It is quite as mystical as the
 +cult of virginity; in fact it is the cult of virginity. But pagan
 +antiquity had much more idea of the holiness of the virgin than of the
 +holiness of the child. For various reasons we have come nowadays to
 +venerate children; perhaps partly because we envy children for still
 +doing what men used to do; such as play simple games and enjoy
 +fairy-tales. Over and above this, however, there is a great deal of real
 +and subtle psychology in our appreciation of childhood; but if we turn
 +it into a modern discovery, we must once more admit that the historical
 +Jesus of Nazareth had already discovered it two thousand years too soon.
 +There was certainly nothing in the world around him to help him to the
 +discovery. Here Christ was indeed human; but more human than a human
 +being was then likely to be. Peter Pan does not belong to the world of
 +Pan but the world of Peter.</p>
 +
 +<p>Even in the matter of mere literary style, if we suppose ourselves thus
 +sufficiently detached to look at it in that light, there is a curious
 +quality to which no critic seems to have done justice. It had among
 +other things a singular air of piling tower upon tower by the use of the
 +<i>a fortiori</i>; making a pagoda of degrees like the seven heavens. I have
 +already noted<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_229" id="page_229">{229}</a></span> that almost inverted imaginative vision which pictured
 +the impossible penance of the Cities of the Plain. There is perhaps
 +nothing so perfect in all language or literature as the use of these
 +three degrees in the parable of the lilies of the field; in which he
 +seems first to take one small flower in his hand and note its simplicity
 +and even its impotence; then suddenly expands it in flamboyant colours
 +into all the palaces and pavilions full of a great name in national
 +legend and national glory; and then, by yet a third overturn, shrivels
 +it to nothing once more with a gesture as if flinging it away ’... and
 +if God so clothes the grass that to-day is and to-morrow is cast into
 +the oven&mdash;how much more....’ It is like the building of a good Babel
 +tower by white magic in a moment and in the movement of a hand; a tower
 +heaved suddenly up to heaven on the top of which can be seen afar off,
 +higher than we had fancied possible, the figure of man; lifted by three
 +infinities above all other things, on a starry ladder of light logic and
 +swift imagination. Merely in a literary sense it would be more of a
 +masterpiece than most of the masterpieces in the libraries; yet it seems
 +to have been uttered almost at random while a man might pull a flower.
 +But merely in a literary sense also, this use of the comparative in
 +several degrees has about it a quality which seems to me to hint of much
 +higher things than the modern suggestion of the simple teaching of
 +pastoral or communal ethics. There is nothing that really indicates a
 +subtle and in the true sense a superior mind so much as this power of
 +comparing a lower thing with a higher and yet that higher with a higher
 +still; of thinking on three planes at once. There is nothing that wants
 +the rarest sort of wisdom so much as to see, let us say, that the
 +citizen is higher than the slave and yet that the soul is infinitely
 +higher than the citizen or the city. It is not by any means a faculty
 +that commonly belongs to these simplifiers of the Gospel;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_230" id="page_230">{230}</a></span> those who
 +insist on what they call a simple morality and others call a sentimental
 +morality. It is not at all covered by those who are content to tell
 +everybody to remain at peace. On the contrary, there is a very striking
 +example of it in the apparent inconsistency between Christ’s sayings
 +about peace and about a sword. It is precisely this power which
 +perceives that while a good peace is better than a good war, even a good
 +war is better than a bad peace. These far-flung comparisons are nowhere
 +so common as in the Gospels; and to me they suggest something very vast.
 +So a thing solitary and solid, with the added dimension of depth or
 +height, might tower over the flat creatures living only on a plane.</p>
 +
 +<p>This quality of something that can only be called subtle and superior,
 +something that is capable of long views and even of double meanings, is
 +not noted here merely as a counterblast to the commonplace exaggerations
 +of amiability and mild idealism. It is also to be noted in connection
 +with the more tremendous truth touched upon at the end of the last
 +chapter. For this is the very last character that commonly goes with
 +mere megalomania; especially such steep and staggering megalomania as
 +might be involved in that claim. This quality that can only be called
 +intellectual distinction is not, of course, an evidence of divinity. But
 +it is an evidence of a probable distaste for vulgar and vainglorious
 +claims to divinity. A man of that sort, if he were only a man, would be
 +the last man in the world to suffer from that intoxication by one notion
 +from nowhere in particular, which is the mark of the self-deluding
 +sensationalist in religion. Nor is it even avoided by denying that
 +Christ did make this claim. Of no such man as that, of no other prophet
 +or philosopher of the same intellectual order, would it be even possible
 +to pretend that he had made it. Even if the Church had mistaken his
 +meaning, it would still be true that no<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_231" id="page_231">{231}</a></span> other historical tradition
 +except the Church had ever even made the same mistake. Mahomedans did
 +not misunderstand Mahomet and suppose he was Allah. Jews did not
 +misinterpret Moses and identify him with Jehovah. Why was this claim
 +alone exaggerated unless this alone was made? Even if Christianity was
 +one vast universal blunder, it is still a blunder as solitary as the
 +Incarnation.</p>
 +
 +<p>The purpose of these pages is to fix the falsity of certain vague and
 +vulgar assumptions; and we have here one of the most false. There is a
 +sort of notion in the air everywhere that all the religions are equal
 +because all the religious founders were rivals; that they are all
 +fighting for the same starry crown. It is quite false. The claim to that
 +crown, or anything like that crown, is really so rare as to be unique.
 +Mahomet did not make it any more than Micah or Malachi. Confucius did
 +not make it any more than Plato or Marcus Aurelius. Buddha never said he
 +was Bramah. Zoroaster no more claimed to be Ormuz than to be Ahriman.
 +The truth is that, in the common run of cases, it is just as we should
 +expect it to be, in common sense and certainly in Christian philosophy.
 +It is exactly the other way. Normally speaking, the greater a man is,
 +the less likely he is to make the very greatest claim. Outside the
 +unique case we are considering, the only kind of man who ever does make
 +that kind of claim is a very small man; a secretive or self-centred
 +monomaniac. Nobody can imagine Aristotle claiming to be the father of
 +gods and men, come down from the sky; though we might imagine some
 +insane Roman Emperor like Caligula claiming it for him, or more probably
 +for himself. Nobody can imagine Shakespeare talking as if he were
 +literally divine; though we might imagine some crazy American crank
 +finding it as a cryptogram in Shakespeare’s works, or preferably in his
 +own works. It is possible to find here and there human beings who make
 +this supremely<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_232" id="page_232">{232}</a></span> superhuman claim. It is possible to find them in lunatic
 +asylums; in padded cells; possibly in strait waistcoats. But what is
 +much more important than their mere materialistic fate in our very
 +materialistic society, under very crude and clumsy laws about lunacy,
 +the type we know as tinged with this, or tending towards it, is a
 +diseased and disproportionate type; narrow yet swollen and morbid to
 +monstrosity. It is by rather an unlucky metaphor that we talk of a
 +madman as cracked; for in a sense he is not cracked enough. He is
 +cramped rather than cracked; there are not enough holes in his head to
 +ventilate it. This impossibility of letting in daylight on a delusion
 +does sometimes cover and conceal a delusion of divinity. It can be
 +found, not among prophets and sages and founders of religions, but only
 +among a low set of lunatics. But this is exactly where the argument
 +becomes intensely interesting; because the argument proves too much. For
 +nobody supposes that Jesus of Nazareth was <i>that</i> sort of person. No
 +modern critic in his five wits thinks that the preacher of the Sermon on
 +the Mount was a horrible half-witted imbecile that might be scrawling
 +stars on the walls of a cell. No atheist or blasphemer believes that the
 +author of the Parable of the Prodigal Son was a monster with one mad
 +idea like a cyclops with one eye. Upon any possible historical criticism
 +he must be put higher in the scale of human beings than that. Yet by all
 +analogy we have really to put him there or else in the highest place of
 +all.</p>
 +
 +<p>In fact, those who can really take it (as I here hypothetically take it)
 +in a quite dry and detached spirit, have here a most curious and
 +interesting human problem. It is so intensely interesting, considered as
 +a human problem, that it is in a spirit quite disinterested, so to
 +speak, that I wish some of them had turned that intricate human problem
 +into something like an intelligible human portrait. If Christ was simply
 +a human character, he really was a highly<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_233" id="page_233">{233}</a></span> complex and contradictory
 +human character. For he combined exactly the two things that lie at the
 +two extremes of human variation. He was exactly what the man with a
 +delusion never is: he was wise; he was a good judge. What he said was
 +always unexpected; but it was always unexpectedly magnanimous and often
 +unexpectedly moderate. Take a thing like the point of the parable of the
 +tares and the wheat. It has the quality that unites sanity and subtlety.
 +It has not the simplicity of a madman. It has not even the simplicity of
 +a fanatic. It might be uttered by a philosopher a hundred years old, at
 +the end of a century of Utopias. Nothing could be less like this quality
 +of seeing beyond and all round obvious things, than the condition of the
 +egomaniac with the one sensitive spot on his brain. I really do not see
 +how these two characters could be convincingly combined, except in the
 +astonishing way in which the creed combines them. For until we reach the
 +full acceptance of the fact as a fact, however marvellous, all mere
 +approximations to it are actually further and further away from it.
 +Divinity is great enough to be divine; it is great enough to call itself
 +divine. But as humanity grows greater, it grows less and less likely to
 +do so. God is God, as the Moslems say; but a great man knows he is not
 +God, and the greater he is the better he knows it. That is the paradox;
 +everything that is merely approaching to that point is merely receding
 +from it. Socrates, the wisest man, knows that he knows nothing. A
 +lunatic may think he is omniscience, and a fool may talk as if he were
 +omniscient. But Christ is in another sense omniscient if he not only
 +knows, but knows that he knows.</p>
 +
 +<p>Even on the purely human and sympathetic side, therefore, the Jesus of
 +the New Testament seems to me to have in a great many ways the note of
 +something superhuman; that is, of something human and more than human.
 +But there is another quality<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_234" id="page_234">{234}</a></span> running through all his teachings which
 +seems to me neglected in most modern talk about them as teachings; and
 +that is the persistent suggestion that he has not really come to teach.
 +If there is one incident in the record which affects me personally as
 +grandly and gloriously human, it is the incident of giving wine for the
 +wedding-feast. That is really human in the sense in which a whole crowd
 +of prigs, having the appearance of human beings, can hardly be described
 +as human. It rises superior to all superior persons. It is as human as
 +Herrick and as democratic as Dickens. But even in that story there is
 +something else that has that note of things not fully explained; and in
 +a way here very relevant. I mean the first hesitation, not on any ground
 +touching the nature of the miracle, but on that of the propriety of
 +working any miracles at all, at least at that stage; ‘My time is not yet
 +come.’ What did that mean? At least it certainly meant a general plan or
 +purpose in the mind, with which certain things did or did not fit in.
 +And if we leave out that solitary strategic plan, we not only leave out
 +the point of the story, but the story.</p>
 +
 +<p>We often hear of Jesus of Nazareth as a wandering teacher; and there is
 +a vital truth in that view in so far as it emphasises an attitude
 +towards luxury and convention which most respectable people would still
 +regard as that of a vagabond. It is expressed in his own great saying
 +about the holes of the foxes and the nests of the birds, and, like many
 +of his great sayings, it is felt as less powerful than it is, through
 +lack of appreciation of that great paradox by which he spoke of his own
 +humanity as in some way collectively and representatively human; calling
 +himself simply the Son of Man; that is, in effect, calling himself
 +simply Man. It is fitting that the New Man or the Second Adam should
 +repeat in so ringing a voice and with so arresting a gesture the great
 +fact which came first in the original story: that man<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_235" id="page_235">{235}</a></span> differs from the
 +brutes by everything, even by deficiency; that he is in a sense less
 +normal and even less native; a stranger upon the earth. It is well to
 +speak of his wanderings in this sense and in the sense that he shared
 +the drifting life of the most homeless and hopeless of the poor. It is
 +assuredly well to remember that he would quite certainly have been moved
 +on by the police, and almost certainly arrested by the police, for
 +having no visible means of subsistence. For our law has in it a turn of
 +humour or touch of fancy which Nero and Herod never happened to think
 +of; that of actually punishing homeless people for not sleeping at home.</p>
 +
 +<p>But in another sense the word ‘wandering’ as applied to his life is a
 +little misleading. As a matter of fact, a great many of the pagan sages
 +and not a few of the pagan sophists might truly be described as
 +wandering teachers. In some of them their rambling journeys were not
 +altogether without a parallel in their rambling remarks. Apollonius of
 +Tyana, who figured in some fashionable cults as a sort of ideal
 +philosopher, is represented as rambling as far as the Ganges and
 +Ethiopia, more or less talking all the time. There was actually a school
 +of philosophers called the Peripatetics; and most even of the great
 +philosophers give us a vague impression of having very little to do
 +except to walk and talk. The great conversations which give us our
 +glimpses of the great minds of Socrates or Buddha or even Confucius
 +often seem to be parts of a never-ending picnic; and especially, which
 +is the important point, to have neither beginning nor end. Socrates did
 +indeed find the conversation interrupted by the incident of his
 +execution. But it is the whole point, and the whole particular merit, of
 +the position of Socrates that death was only an interruption and an
 +incident. We miss the real moral importance of the great philosopher if
 +we miss that point; that he stares at the executioner with an innocent
 +surprise,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_236" id="page_236">{236}</a></span> and almost an innocent annoyance, at finding any one so
 +unreasonable as to cut short a little conversation for the elucidation
 +of truth. He is looking for truth and not looking for death. Death is
 +but a stone in the road which can trip him up. His work in life is to
 +wander on the roads of the world and talk about truth for ever. Buddha,
 +on the other hand, did arrest attention by one gesture; it was the
 +gesture of renunciation, and therefore in a sense of denial. But by one
 +dramatic negation he passed into a world of negation that was not
 +dramatic; which he would have been the first to insist was not dramatic.
 +Here again we miss the particular moral importance of the great mystic
 +if we do not see the distinction; that it was his whole point that he
 +had done with drama, which consists of desire and struggle and generally
 +of defeat and disappointment. He passes into peace and lives to instruct
 +others how to pass into it. Henceforth his life is that of the ideal
 +philosopher; certainly a far more really ideal philosopher than
 +Apollonius of Tyana; but still a philosopher in the sense that it is not
 +his business to do anything but rather to explain everything; in his
 +case, we might almost say, mildly and softly to explode everything. For
 +the messages are basically different. Christ said ‘Seek first the
 +kingdom, and all these things shall be added unto you.’ Buddha said
 +‘Seek first the kingdom, and then you will need none of these things.’</p>
 +
 +<p>Now, compared to these wanderers the life of Jesus went as swift and
 +straight as a thunderbolt. It was above all things dramatic; it did
 +above all things consist in doing something that had to be done. It
 +emphatically would not have been done if Jesus had walked about the
 +world for ever doing nothing except tell the truth. And even the
 +external movement of it must not be described as a wandering in the
 +sense of forgetting that it was a journey. This is where it was a
 +fulfilment of the myths rather than of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_237" id="page_237">{237}</a></span> philosophies; it is a
 +journey with a goal and an object, like Jason going to find the Golden
 +Fleece, or Hercules the golden apples of the Hesperides. The gold that
 +he was seeking was death. The primary thing that he was going to do was
 +to die. He was going to do other things equally definite and objective;
 +we might almost say equally external and material. But from first to
 +last the most definite fact is that he is going to die. No two things
 +could possibly be more different than the death of Socrates and the
 +death of Christ. We are meant to feel that the death of Socrates was,
 +from the point of view of his friends at least, a stupid muddle and
 +miscarriage of justice interfering with the flow of a humane and lucid,
 +I had almost said a light philosophy. We are meant to feel that Death
 +was the bride of Christ as Poverty was the bride of St. Francis. We are
 +meant to feel that his life was in that sense a sort of love-affair with
 +death, a romance of the pursuit of the ultimate sacrifice. From the
 +moment when the star goes up like a birthday rocket to the moment when
 +the sun is extinguished like a funeral torch, the whole story moves on
 +wings with the speed and direction of a drama, ending in an act beyond
 +words.</p>
 +
 +<p>Therefore the story of Christ is the story of a journey, almost in the
 +manner of a military march; certainly in the manner of the quest of a
 +hero moving to his achievement or his doom. It is a story that begins in
 +the paradise of Galilee, a pastoral and peaceful land having really some
 +hint of Eden, and gradually climbs the rising country into the mountains
 +that are nearer to the storm-clouds and the stars, as to a Mountain of
 +Purgatory. He may be met as if straying in strange places, or stopped on
 +the way for discussion or dispute; but his face is set towards the
 +mountain city. That is the meaning of that great culmination when he
 +crested the ridge and stood at the turning of the road and suddenly
 +cried aloud, lamenting over Jerusalem. Some light touch<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_238" id="page_238">{238}</a></span> of that lament
 +is in every patriotic poem; or if it is absent, the patriotism stinks
 +with vulgarity. That is the meaning of the stirring and startling
 +incident at the gates of the Temple, when the tables were hurled like
 +lumber down the steps, and the rich merchants driven forth with bodily
 +blows; the incident that must be at least as much of a puzzle to the
 +pacifists as any paradox about non-resistance can be to any of the
 +militarists. I have compared the quest to the journey of Jason, but we
 +must never forget that in a deeper sense it is rather to be compared to
 +the journey of Ulysses. It was not only a romance of travel but a
 +romance of return; and of the end of a usurpation. No healthy boy
 +reading the story regards the rout of the Ithacan suitors as anything
 +but a happy ending. But there are doubtless some who regard the rout of
 +the Jewish merchants and moneychangers with that refined repugnance
 +which never fails to move them in the presence of violence, and
 +especially of violence against the well-to-do. The point here, however,
 +is that all these incidents have in them a character of mounting crisis.
 +In other words, these incidents are not incidental. When Apollonius the
 +ideal philosopher is brought before the judgment-seat of Domitian and
 +vanishes by magic, the miracle is entirely incidental. It might have
 +occurred at any time in the wandering life of the Tyanean; indeed, I
 +believe it is doubtful in date as well as in substance. The ideal
 +philosopher merely vanished, and resumed his ideal existence somewhere
 +else for an indefinite period. It is characteristic of the contrast
 +perhaps that Apollonius was supposed to have lived to an almost
 +miraculous old age. Jesus of Nazareth was less prudent in his miracles.
 +When Jesus was brought before the judgment-seat of Pontius Pilate, he
 +did not vanish. It was the crisis and the goal; it was the hour and the
 +power of darkness. It was the supremely supernatural act, of all his
 +miraculous life, that he did not vanish.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_239" id="page_239">{239}</a></span></p>
 +
 +<p>Every attempt to amplify that story has diminished it. The task has been
 +attempted by many men of real genius and eloquence as well as by only
 +too many vulgar sentimentalists and self-conscious rhetoricians. The
 +tale has been retold with patronising pathos by elegant sceptics and
 +with fluent enthusiasm by boisterous best-sellers. It will not be retold
 +here. The grinding power of the plain words of the Gospel story is like
 +the power of mill-stones; and those who can read them simply enough will
 +feel as if rocks had been rolled upon them. Criticism is only words
 +about words; and of what use are words about such words as these? What
 +is the use of word-painting about the dark garden filled suddenly with
 +torchlight and furious faces? ‘Are you come out with swords and staves
 +as against a robber? All day I sat in your temple teaching, and you took
 +me not.’ Can anything be added to the massive and gathered restraint of
 +that irony; like a great wave lifted to the sky and refusing to fall?
 +‘Daughters of Jerusalem, weep not for me, but weep for yourselves and
 +for your children.’ As the High Priest asked what further need he had of
 +witnesses, we might well ask what further need we have of words. Peter
 +in a panic repudiated him: ‘and immediately the cock crew; and Jesus
 +looked upon Peter, and Peter went out and wept bitterly.’ Has any one
 +any further remarks to offer? Just before the murder he prayed for all
 +the murderous race of men, saying, ‘They know not what they do’; is
 +there anything to say to that, except that we know as little what we
 +say? Is there any need to repeat and spin out the story of how the
 +tragedy trailed up the Via Dolorosa and how they threw him in haphazard
 +with two thieves in one of the ordinary batches of execution; and how in
 +all that horror and howling wilderness of desertion one voice spoke in
 +homage, a startling voice from the very last place where it was looked
 +for, the gibbet of the criminal; and he said to that nameless ruffian,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_240" id="page_240">{240}</a></span>
 +‘This night shalt thou be with me in Paradise’? Is there anything to put
 +after that but a full-stop? Or is any one prepared to answer adequately
 +that farewell gesture to all flesh which created for his Mother a new
 +Son?</p>
 +
 +<p>It is more within my powers, and here more immediately to my purpose, to
 +point out that in that scene were symbolically gathered all the human
 +forces that have been vaguely sketched in this story. As kings and
 +philosophers and the popular element had been symbolically present at
 +his birth, so they were more practically concerned in his death; and
 +with that we come face to face with the essential fact to be realised.
 +All the great groups that stood about the Cross represent in one way or
 +another the great historical truth of the time; that the world could not
 +save itself. Man could do no more. Rome and Jerusalem and Athens and
 +everything else were going down like a sea turned into a slow cataract.
 +Externally indeed the ancient world was still at its strongest; it is
 +always at that moment that the inmost weakness begins. But in order to
 +understand that weakness we must repeat what has been said more than
 +once: that it was not the weakness of a thing originally weak. It was
 +emphatically the strength of the world that was turned to weakness, and
 +the wisdom of the world that was turned to folly.</p>
 +
 +<p>In this story of Good Friday it is the best things in the world that are
 +at their worst. That is what really shows us the world at its worst. It
 +was, for instance, the priests of a true monotheism and the soldiers of
 +an international civilisation. Rome, the legend, founded upon fallen
 +Troy and triumphant over fallen Carthage, had stood for a heroism which
 +was the nearest that any pagan ever came to chivalry. Rome had defended
 +the household gods and the human decencies against the ogres of Africa
 +and the hermaphrodite monstrosities of Greece. But in the lightning
 +flash of this incident, we see great Rome,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_241" id="page_241">{241}</a></span> the imperial republic, going
 +downward under her Lucretian doom. Scepticism has eaten away even the
 +confident sanity of the conquerors of the world. He who is enthroned to
 +say what is justice can only ask, ‘What is truth?’ So in that drama
 +which decided the whole fate of antiquity, one of the central figures is
 +fixed in what seems the reverse of his true rôle. Rome was almost
 +another name for responsibility. Yet he stands for ever as a sort of
 +rocking statue of the irresponsible. Man could do no more. Even the
 +practical had become the impracticable. Standing between the pillars of
 +his own judgment-seat, a Roman had washed his hands of the world.</p>
 +
 +<p>There too were the priests of that pure and original truth that was
 +behind all the mythologies like the sky behind the clouds. It was the
 +most important truth in the world; and even that could not save the
 +world. Perhaps there is something overpowering in pure personal theism;
 +like seeing the sun and moon and sky come together to form one staring
 +face. Perhaps the truth is too tremendous when not broken by some
 +intermediaries, divine or human; perhaps it is merely too pure and far
 +away. Anyhow it could not save the world; it could not even convert the
 +world. There were philosophers who held it in its highest and noblest
 +form; but they not only could not convert the world, but they never
 +tried. You could no more fight the jungle of popular mythology with a
 +private opinion than you could clear away a forest with a pocket-knife.
 +The Jewish priests had guarded it jealously in the good and the bad
 +sense. They had kept it as a gigantic secret. As savage heroes might
 +have kept the sun in a box, they kept the Everlasting in the tabernacle.
 +They were proud that they alone could look upon the blinding sun of a
 +single deity; and they did not know that they had themselves gone blind.
 +Since that day their representatives have been like blind men in broad
 +daylight, striking to right and left with their<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_242" id="page_242">{242}</a></span> staffs, and cursing the
 +darkness. But there has been that in their monumental monotheism that it
 +has at least remained like a monument, the last thing of its kind, and
 +in a sense motionless in the more restless world which it cannot
 +satisfy. For it is certain that for some reason it cannot satisfy. Since
 +that day it has never been quite enough to say that God is in his heaven
 +and all is right with the world; since the rumour that God had left his
 +heavens to set it right.</p>
 +
 +<p>And as it was with these powers that were good, or at least had once
 +been good, so it was with the element which was perhaps the best, or
 +which Christ himself seems certainly to have felt as the best. The poor
 +to whom he preached the good news, the common people who heard him
 +gladly, the populace that had made so many popular heroes and demigods
 +in the old pagan world, showed also the weaknesses that were dissolving
 +the world. They suffered the evils often seen in the mob of the city,
 +and especially the mob of the capital, during the decline of a society.
 +The same thing that makes the rural population live on tradition makes
 +the urban population live on rumour. Just as its myths at the best had
 +been irrational, so its likes and dislikes are easily changed by
 +baseless assertion that is arbitrary without being authoritative. Some
 +brigand or other was artificially turned into a picturesque and popular
 +figure and run as a kind of candidate against Christ. In all this we
 +recognise the urban population that we know, with its newspaper scares
 +and scoops. But there was present in this ancient population an evil
 +more peculiar to the ancient world. We have noted it already as the
 +neglect of the individual, even of the individual voting the
 +condemnation and still more of the individual condemned. It was the soul
 +of the hive; a heathen thing. The cry of this spirit also was heard in
 +that hour, ‘It is well that one man die for the people.’ Yet this spirit
 +in antiquity of devotion to the city and to the state had also been in
 +itself<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_243" id="page_243">{243}</a></span> and in its time a noble spirit. It had its poets and its
 +martyrs; men still to be honoured for ever. It was failing through its
 +weakness in not seeing the separate soul of a man, the shrine of all
 +mysticism; but it was only failing as everything else was failing. The
 +mob went along with the Sadducees and the Pharisees, the philosophers
 +and the moralists. It went along with the imperial magistrates and the
 +sacred priests, the scribes and the soldiers, that the one universal
 +human spirit might suffer a universal condemnation; that there might be
 +one deep, unanimous chorus of approval and harmony when Man was rejected
 +of men.</p>
 +
 +<p>There were solitudes beyond where none shall follow. There were secrets
 +in the inmost and invisible part of that drama that have no symbol in
 +speech; or in any severance of a man from men. Nor is it easy for any
 +words less stark and single-minded than those of the naked narrative
 +even to hint at the horror of exaltation that lifted itself above the
 +hill. Endless expositions have not come to the end of it, or even to the
 +beginning. And if there be any sound that can produce a silence, we may
 +surely be silent about the end and the extremity; when a cry was driven
 +out of that darkness in words dreadfully distinct and dreadfully
 +unintelligible, which man shall never understand in all the eternity
 +they have purchased for him; and for one annihilating instant an abyss
 +that is not for our thoughts had opened even in the unity of the
 +absolute; and God had been forsaken of God.</p>
 +
 +<p>They took the body down from the cross and one of the few rich men among
 +the first Christians obtained permission to bury it in a rock tomb in
 +his garden; the Romans setting a military guard lest there should be
 +some riot and attempt to recover the body. There was once more a natural
 +symbolism in these natural proceedings; it was well that the tomb should
 +be sealed with all the secrecy of ancient eastern sepulture and guarded
 +by the authority of the Caesars. For<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_244" id="page_244">{244}</a></span> in that second cavern the whole of
 +that great and glorious humanity which we call antiquity was gathered up
 +and covered over; and in that place it was buried. It was the end of a
 +very great thing called human history; the history that was merely
 +human. The mythologies and the philosophies were buried there, the gods
 +and the heroes and the sages. In the great Roman phrase, they had lived.
 +But as they could only live, so they could only die; and they were dead.</p>
 +
 +<p>On the third day the friends of Christ coming at daybreak to the place
 +found the grave empty and the stone rolled away. In varying ways they
 +realised the new wonder; but even they hardly realised that the world
 +had died in the night. What they were looking at was the first day of a
 +new creation, with a new heaven and a new earth; and in a semblance of
 +the gardener God walked again in the garden, in the cool not of the
 +evening but the dawn.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_245" id="page_245">{245}</a></span></p>
 +
 +<h3><a name="CHAPTER_IV-b" id="CHAPTER_IV-b"></a>CHAPTER IV<br /><br />
 +THE WITNESS OF THE HERETICS</h3>
 +
 +<p class="nind"><span class="smcap">Christ</span> founded the Church with two great figures of speech; in the final
 +words to the Apostles who received authority to found it. The first was
 +the phrase about founding it on Peter as on a rock; the second was the
 +symbol of the keys. About the meaning of the former there is naturally
 +no doubt in my own case; but it does not directly affect the argument
 +here save in two more secondary aspects. It is yet another example of a
 +thing that could only fully expand and explain itself afterwards, and
 +even long afterwards. And it is yet another example of something the
 +very reverse of simple and self-evident even in the language, in so far
 +as it described a man as a rock when he had much more the appearance of
 +a reed.</p>
 +
 +<p>But the other image of the keys has an exactitude that has hardly been
 +exactly noticed. The keys have been conspicuous enough in the art and
 +heraldry of Christendom; but not every one has noted the peculiar
 +aptness of the allegory. We have now reached the point in history where
 +something must be said of the first appearance and activities of the
 +Church in the Roman Empire; and for that brief description nothing could
 +be more perfect than that ancient metaphor. The Early Christian was very
 +precisely a person carrying about a key, or what he said was a key. The
 +whole Christian movement consisted in claiming to possess that key. It
 +was not merely a vague forward movement, which might be better
 +represented by a battering-ram. It was not something<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_246" id="page_246">{246}</a></span> that swept along
 +with it similar and dissimilar things, as does a modern social movement.
 +As we shall see in a moment, it rather definitely refused to do so. It
 +definitely asserted that there was a key and that it possessed that key
 +and that no other key was like it; in that sense it was as narrow as you
 +please. Only it happened to be the key that could unlock the prison of
 +the whole world; and let in the white daylight of escape.</p>
 +
 +<p>The creed was like a key in three respects; which can be most
 +conveniently summed up under this symbol. First, a key is above all
 +things a thing with a shape. It is a thing that depends entirely upon
 +keeping its shape. The Christian creed is above all things the
 +philosophy of shapes and the enemy of shapelessness. That is where it
 +differs from all that formless infinity, Manichean or Buddhist, which
 +makes a sort of pool of night in the dark heart of Asia; the ideal of
 +uncreating all the creatures. That is where it differs also from the
 +analogous vagueness of mere evolutionism; the idea of creatures
 +constantly losing their shape. A man told that his solitary latchkey had
 +been melted down with a million others into a Buddhistic unity would be
 +annoyed. But a man told that his key was gradually growing and sprouting
 +in his pocket, and branching into new wards or complications, would not
 +be more gratified.</p>
 +
 +<p>Second, the shape of a key is in itself a rather fantastic shape. A
 +savage who did not know it was a key would have the greatest difficulty
 +in guessing what it could possibly be. And it is fantastic because it is
 +in a sense arbitrary. A key is not a matter of abstractions; in that
 +sense a key is not a matter of argument. It either fits the lock or it
 +does not. It is useless for men to stand disputing over it, considered
 +by itself; or reconstructing it on pure principles of geometry or
 +decorative art. It is senseless for a man to say he would like a simpler
 +key; it would be far more sensible to do his best with a<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_247" id="page_247">{247}</a></span> crowbar. And
 +thirdly, as the key is necessarily a thing with a pattern, so this was
 +one having in some ways a rather elaborate pattern. When people complain
 +of the religion being so early complicated with theology and things of
 +the kind, they forget that the world had not only got into a hole, but
 +had got into a whole maze of holes and corners. The problem itself was a
 +complicated problem; it did not in the ordinary sense merely involve
 +anything so simple as sin. It was also full of secrets, of unexplored
 +and unfathomable fallacies, of unconscious mental diseases, of dangers
 +in all directions. If the faith had faced the world only with the
 +platitudes about peace and simplicity some moralists would confine it
 +to, it would not have had the faintest effect on that luxurious and
 +labyrinthine lunatic asylum. What it did do we must now roughly
 +describe; it is enough to say here that there was undoubtedly much about
 +the key that seemed complex; indeed there was only one thing about it
 +that was simple. It opened the door.</p>
 +
 +<p>There are certain recognised and accepted statements in this matter
 +which may for brevity and convenience be described as lies. We have all
 +heard people say that Christianity arose in an age of barbarism. They
 +might just as well say that Christian Science arose in an age of
 +barbarism. They may think Christianity was a symptom of social decay, as
 +I think Christian Science a symptom of mental decay. They may think
 +Christianity a superstition that ultimately destroyed a civilisation, as
 +I think Christian Science a superstition capable (if taken seriously) of
 +destroying any number of civilisations. But to say that a Christian of
 +the fourth or fifth centuries was a barbarian living in a barbarous time
 +is exactly like saying that Mrs. Eddy was a Red Indian. And if I allowed
 +my constitutional impatience with Mrs. Eddy to impel me to call her a
 +Red Indian, I should incidentally be telling a lie. We may like or
 +dislike the imperial civilisation of Rome in the fourth century;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_248" id="page_248">{248}</a></span> we may
 +like or dislike the industrial civilisation of America in the nineteenth
 +century; but that they both were what we commonly mean by a civilisation
 +no person of common sense could deny if he wanted to. This is a very
 +obvious fact, but it is also a very fundamental one; and we must make it
 +the foundation of any further description of constructive Christianity
 +in the past. For good or evil, it was pre-eminently the product of a
 +civilised age, perhaps of an over-civilised age. This is the first fact
 +apart from all praise or blame; indeed I am so unfortunate as not to
 +feel that I praise a thing when I compare it to Christian Science. But
 +it is at least desirable to know something of the savour of a society in
 +which we are condemning or praising anything; and the science that
 +connects Mrs. Eddy with tomahawks or the Mater Dolorosa with totems may
 +for our general convenience be eliminated. The dominant fact, not merely
 +about the Christian religion, but about the whole pagan civilisation,
 +was that which has been more than once repeated in these pages. The
 +Mediterranean was a lake in the real sense of a pool; in which a number
 +of different cults or cultures were, as the phrase goes, pooled. Those
 +cities facing each other round the circle of the lake became more and
 +more one cosmopolitan culture. On its legal and military side it was the
 +Roman Empire; but it was very many-sided. It might be called
 +superstitious in the sense that it contained a great number of varied
 +superstitions; but by no possibility can any part of it be called
 +barbarous.</p>
 +
 +<p>In this level of cosmopolitan culture arose the Christian religion and
 +the Catholic Church; and everything in the story suggests that it was
 +felt to be something new and strange. Those who have tried to suggest
 +that it evolved out of something much milder or more ordinary have found
 +that in this case their evolutionary method is very difficult to apply.
 +They may suggest that Essenes or Ebionites or such<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_249" id="page_249">{249}</a></span> things were the
 +seed; but the seed is invisible; the tree appears very rapidly
 +full-grown; and the tree is something totally different. It is certainly
 +a Christmas tree in the sense that it keeps the kindliness and moral
 +beauty of the story of Bethlehem; but it was as ritualistic as the
 +seven-branched candlestick, and the candles it carried were considerably
 +more than were probably permitted by the first prayer-book of Edward the
 +Sixth. It might well be asked, indeed, why any one accepting the
 +Bethlehem tradition should object to golden or gilded ornament since the
 +Magi themselves brought gold; why he should dislike incense in the
 +church since incense was brought even to the stable. But these are
 +controversies that do not concern me here. I am concerned only with the
 +historical fact, more and more admitted by historians, that very early
 +in its history this thing became visible to the civilisation of
 +antiquity; and that already the Church appeared as a Church; with
 +everything that is implied in a Church and much that is disliked in a
 +Church. We will discuss in a moment how far it was like other
 +ritualistic or magical or ascetical mysteries in its own time. It was
 +certainly not in the least like merely ethical and idealistic movements
 +in our time. It had a doctrine; it had a discipline; it had sacraments;
 +it had degrees of initiation; it admitted people and expelled people; it
 +affirmed one dogma with authority and repudiated another with anathemas.
 +If all these things be the marks of Antichrist, the reign of Antichrist
 +followed very rapidly upon Christ.</p>
 +
 +<p>Those who maintain that Christianity was not a Church but a moral
 +movement of idealists have been forced to push the period of its
 +perversion or disappearance further and further back. A bishop of Rome
 +writes claiming authority in the very lifetime of St. John the
 +Evangelist; and it is described as the first papal aggression. A friend
 +of the Apostles writes of them as men he knew, and says they taught him<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_250" id="page_250">{250}</a></span>
 +the doctrine of the Sacrament; and Mr. Wells can only murmur that the
 +reaction towards barbaric blood-rites may have happened rather earlier
 +than might be expected. The date of the Fourth Gospel, which at one time
 +was steadily growing later and later, is now steadily growing earlier
 +and earlier; until critics are staggered at the dawning and dreadful
 +possibility that it might be something like what it professes to be. The
 +last limit of an early date for the extinction of true Christianity has
 +probably been found by the latest German professor whose authority is
 +invoked by Dean Inge. This learned scholar says that Pentecost was the
 +occasion for the first founding of an ecclesiastical, dogmatic and
 +despotic Church utterly alien to the simple ideals of Jesus of Nazareth.
 +This may be called, in a popular as well as a learned sense, the limit.
 +What do professors of this kind imagine that men are made of? Suppose it
 +were a matter of any merely human movement, let us say that of the
 +Conscientious Objectors. Some say the early Christians were Pacifists; I
 +do not believe it for a moment; but I am quite ready to accept the
 +parallel for the sake of the argument. Tolstoy or some great preacher of
 +peace among peasants has been shot as a mutineer for defying
 +conscription; and a month or so after his few followers meet together in
 +an upper room in remembrance of him. They never had any reason for
 +coming together except that common memory; they are men of many kinds
 +with nothing to bind them, except that the greatest event in all their
 +lives was this tragedy of the teacher of universal peace. They are
 +always repeating his words, revolving his problems, trying to imitate
 +his character. The Pacifists meet at their Pentecost and are possessed
 +of a sudden ecstasy of enthusiasm and wild rush of the whirlwind of
 +inspiration, in the course of which they proceed to establish universal
 +Conscription, to increase the Navy Estimates, to insist on everybody
 +going about armed to the teeth<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_251" id="page_251">{251}</a></span> and on all the frontiers bristling with
 +artillery; the proceedings concluding with the singing of ‘Boys of the
 +Bulldog Breed’ and ‘Don’t let them scrap the British Navy.’ That is
 +something like a fair parallel to the theory of these critics; that the
 +transition from their idea of Jesus to their idea of Catholicism could
 +have been made in the little upper room at Pentecost. Surely anybody’s
 +common sense would tell him that enthusiasts, who only met through their
 +common enthusiasm for a leader whom they loved, would not instantly rush
 +away to establish everything that he hated. No, if the ‘ecclesiastical
 +and dogmatic system’ is as old as Pentecost it is as old as Christmas.
 +If we trace it back to such very early Christians we must trace it back
 +to Christ.</p>
 +
 +<p>We may begin then with these two negations. It is nonsense to say that
 +the Christian faith appeared in a simple age; in the sense of an
 +unlettered and gullible age. It is equally nonsense to say that the
 +Christian faith was a simple thing; in the sense of a vague or childish
 +or merely instinctive thing. Perhaps the only point in which we could
 +possibly say that the Church fitted into the pagan world is the fact
 +that they were both not only highly civilised but rather complicated.
 +They were both emphatically many-sided; but antiquity was then a
 +many-sided hole, like a hexagonal hole waiting for an equally hexagonal
 +stopper. In that sense only the Church was many-sided enough to fit the
 +world. The six sides of the Mediterranean world faced each other across
 +the sea and waited for something that should look all ways at once. The
 +Church had to be both Roman and Greek and Jewish and African and
 +Asiatic. In the very words of the Apostle of the Gentiles, it was indeed
 +all things to all men. Christianity then was not merely crude and
 +simple, and was the very reverse of the growth of a barbaric time. But
 +when we come to the contrary charge, we come to a much more plausible
 +charge. It is very much more tenable<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_252" id="page_252">{252}</a></span> that the Faith was but the final
 +phase of the decay of civilisation, in the sense of the excess of
 +civilisation; that this superstition was a sign that Rome was dying, and
 +dying of being much too civilised. That is an argument much better worth
 +considering; and we will proceed to consider it.</p>
 +
 +<p>At the beginning of this book I ventured on a general summary of it, in
 +a parallel between the rise of humanity out of nature and the rise of
 +Christianity out of history. I pointed out that in both cases what had
 +gone before might imply something coming after; but did not in the least
 +imply what did come after. If a detached mind had seen certain apes it
 +might have deduced more anthropoids; it would not have deduced man or
 +anything within a thousand miles of what man has done. In short, it
 +might have seen Pithacanthropus or the Missing Link looming in the
 +future, if possible almost as dimly and doubtfully as we see him looming
 +in the past. But if it foresaw him appearing it would also foresee him
 +disappearing, and leaving a few faint traces just as he has left a few
 +faint traces; if they are traces. To foresee that Missing Link would not
 +be to foresee Man, or anything like Man. Now this earlier explanation
 +must be kept in mind; because it is an exact parallel to the true view
 +of the Church; and the suggestion of it having evolved naturally out of
 +the Empire in decay.</p>
 +
 +<p>The truth is that in one sense a man might very well have predicted that
 +the imperial decadence would produce something like Christianity. That
 +is, something a little like and gigantically different. A man might very
 +well have said, for instance, ‘Pleasure has been pursued so
 +extravagantly that there will be a reaction into pessimism. Perhaps it
 +will take the form of asceticism; men will mutilate themselves instead
 +of merely hanging themselves.’ Or a man might very reasonably have said,
 +‘If we weary of our Greek and Latin gods we shall be hankering after
 +some eastern mystery or other; there will be a fashion<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_253" id="page_253">{253}</a></span> in Persians or
 +Hindoos.’ Or a man of the world might well have been shrewd enough to
 +say, ‘Powerful people are picking up these fads; some day the court will
 +adopt one of them and it may become official.’ Or yet another and
 +gloomier prophet might be pardoned for saying, ‘The world is going
 +down-hill; dark and barbarous superstitions will return, it does not
 +matter much which. They will all be formless and fugitive like dreams of
 +the night.’</p>
 +
 +<p>Now it is the intense interest of the case that all these prophecies
 +were really fulfilled; but it was not the Church that fulfilled them. It
 +was the Church that escaped from them, confounded them, and rose above
 +them in triumph. In so far as it was probable that the mere nature of
 +hedonism would produce a mere reaction of asceticism, it did produce a
 +mere reaction of asceticism. It was the movement called Manichean, and
 +the Church was its mortal enemy. In so far as it would have naturally
 +appeared at that point of history, it did appear; it did also disappear,
 +which was equally natural. The mere pessimist reaction did come with the
 +Manichees and did go with the Manichees. But the Church did not come
 +with them or go with them; and she had much more to do with their going
 +than with their coming. Or again, in so far as it was probable that even
 +the growth of scepticism would bring in a fashion of eastern religion,
 +it did bring it in; Mithras came from far beyond Palestine out of the
 +heart of Persia, bringing strange mysteries of the blood of bulls.
 +Certainly there was everything to show that some such fashion would have
 +come in any case. But certainly there is nothing in the world to show
 +that it would not have passed away in any case. Certainly an Oriental
 +fad was something eminently fitted to the fourth or fifth century; but
 +that hardly explains it having remained to the twentieth century, and
 +still going strong. In short, in so far as things of the kind might have
 +been expected then, things like Mithraism were<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_254" id="page_254">{254}</a></span> experienced then; but it
 +scarcely explains our more recent experiences. And if we were still
 +Mithraists merely because Mithraic head-dresses and other Persian
 +apparatuses might be expected to be all the rage in the days of
 +Domitian, it would almost seem by this time that we must be a little
 +dowdy.</p>
 +
 +<p>It is the same, as will be suggested in a moment, with the idea of
 +official favouritism. In so far as such favouritism shown towards a fad
 +was something that might have been looked for during the decline and
 +fall of the Roman Empire, it was something that did exist in that Empire
 +and did decline and fall with it. It throws no sort of light on the
 +thing that resolutely refused to decline and fall; that grew steadily
 +while the other was declining and falling; and which even at this moment
 +is going forward with fearless energy, when another aeon has completed
 +its cycle and another civilisation seems almost ready to fall or to
 +decline.</p>
 +
 +<p>Now the curious fact is this; that the very heresies which the Early
 +Church is blamed for crushing testify to the unfairness for which she is
 +blamed. In so far as something deserved the blame, it was precisely the
 +things that she is blamed for blaming. In so far as something was merely
 +a superstition, she herself condemned that superstition. In so far as
 +something was a mere reaction into barbarism, she herself resisted it
 +because it was a reaction into barbarism. In so far as something was a
 +fad of the fading empire, that died and deserved to die, it was the
 +Church alone that killed it. The Church is reproached for being exactly
 +what the heresy was repressed for being. The explanations of the
 +evolutionary historians and higher critics do really explain why
 +Arianism and Gnosticism and Nestorianism were born&mdash;and also why they
 +died. They do not explain why the Church was born or why she has refused
 +to die. Above all, they do not explain why she should have made war on
 +the very evils she is supposed to share.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_255" id="page_255">{255}</a></span></p>
 +
 +<p>Let us take a few practical examples of the principle; the principle
 +that if there was anything that was really a superstition of the dying
 +empire, it did really die with the dying empire; and certainly was not
 +the same as the very thing that destroyed it. For this purpose we will
 +take in order two or three of the most ordinary explanations of
 +Christian origins among the modern critics of Christianity. Nothing is
 +more common, for instance, than to find such a modern critic writing
 +something like this: ‘Christianity was above all a movement of ascetics,
 +a rush into the desert, a refuge in the cloister, a renunciation of all
 +life and happiness; and this was a part of a gloomy and inhuman reaction
 +against nature itself, a hatred of the body, a horror of the material
 +universe, a sort of universal suicide of the senses and even of the
 +self. It came from an eastern fanaticism like that of the fakirs and was
 +ultimately founded on an eastern pessimism, which seems to feel
 +existence itself as an evil.’</p>
 +
 +<p>Now the most extraordinary thing about this is that it is all quite
 +true; it is true in every detail except that it happens to be attributed
 +entirely to the wrong person. It is not true of the Church; but it is
 +true of the heretics condemned by the Church. It is as if one were to
 +write a most detailed analysis of the mistakes and misgovernment of the
 +ministers of George the Third, merely with the small inaccuracy that the
 +whole story was told about George Washington; or as if somebody made a
 +list of the crimes of the Bolshevists with no variation except that they
 +were all attributed to the Czar. The early Church was indeed very
 +ascetic, in connection with a totally different philosophy; but the
 +philosophy of a war on life and nature as such really did exist in the
 +world, if the critics only knew where to look for it.</p>
 +
 +<p>What really happened was this. When the Faith first emerged into the
 +world, the very first thing that<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_256" id="page_256">{256}</a></span> happened to it was that it was caught
 +in a sort of swarm of mystical and metaphysical sects, mostly out of the
 +East; like one lonely golden bee caught in a swarm of wasps. To the
 +ordinary onlooker, there did not seem to be much difference, or anything
 +beyond a general buzz; indeed in a sense there was not much difference,
 +so far as stinging and being stung were concerned. The difference was
 +that only one golden dot in all that whirring gold-dust had the power of
 +going forth to make hives for all humanity; to give the world honey and
 +wax or (as was so finely said in a context too easily forgotten) ‘the
 +two noblest things, which are sweetness and light.’ The wasps all died
 +that winter; and half the difficulty is that hardly any one knows
 +anything about them and most people do not know that they ever existed;
 +so that the whole story of that first phase of our religion is lost. Or,
 +to vary the metaphor, when this movement or some other movement pierced
 +the dyke between the east and west and brought more mystical ideas into
 +Europe, it brought with it a whole flood of other mystical ideas besides
 +its own, most of them ascetical and nearly all of them pessimistic. They
 +very nearly flooded and overwhelmed the purely Christian element. They
 +came mostly from that region that was a sort of dim borderland between
 +the eastern philosophies and the eastern mythologies, and which shared
 +with the wilder philosophers that curious craze for making fantastic
 +patterns of the cosmos in the shape of maps and genealogical trees.
 +Those that are supposed to derive from the mysterious Manes are called
 +Manichean; kindred cults are more generally known as Gnostic; they are
 +mostly of a labyrinthine complexity, but the point to insist on is the
 +pessimism; the fact that nearly all in one form or another regarded the
 +creation of the world as the work of an evil spirit. Some of them had
 +that Asiatic atmosphere that surrounds Buddhism; the suggestion that
 +life is a corruption of the purity of being.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_257" id="page_257">{257}</a></span> Some of them suggested a
 +purely spiritual order which had been betrayed by the coarse and clumsy
 +trick of making such toys as the sun and moon and stars. Anyhow all this
 +dark tide out of the metaphysical sea in the midst of Asia poured
 +through the dykes simultaneously with the creed of Christ; but it is the
 +whole point of the story that the two were not the same; that they
 +flowed like oil and water. That creed remained in the shape of a
 +miracle; a river still flowing through the sea. And the proof of the
 +miracle was practical once more; it was merely that while all that sea
 +was salt and bitter with the savour of death, of this one stream in the
 +midst of it a man could drink.</p>
 +
 +<p>Now that purity was preserved by dogmatic definitions and exclusions. It
 +could not possibly have been preserved by anything else. If the Church
 +had not renounced the Manicheans it might have become merely Manichean.
 +If it had not renounced the Gnostics it might have become Gnostic. But
 +by the very fact that it did renounce them it proved that it was not
 +either Gnostic or Manichean. At any rate it proved that something was
 +not either Gnostic or Manichean; and what could it be that condemned
 +them, if it was not the original good news of the runners from Bethlehem
 +and the trumpet of the Resurrection? The early Church was ascetic, but
 +she proved that she was not pessimistic, simply by condemning the
 +pessimists. The creed declared that man was sinful, but it did not
 +declare that life was evil, and it proved it by damning those who did.
 +The condemnation of the early heretics is itself condemned as something
 +crabbed and narrow; but it was in truth the very proof that the Church
 +meant to be brotherly and broad. It proved that the primitive Catholics
 +were specially eager to explain that they did <i>not</i> think man utterly
 +vile; that they did <i>not</i> think life incurably miserable; that they did
 +<i>not</i> think marriage a sin or procreation a tragedy. They<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_258" id="page_258">{258}</a></span> were ascetic
 +because asceticism was the only possible purge of the sins of the world;
 +but in the very thunder of their anathemas they affirmed for ever that
 +their asceticism was not to be anti-human or anti-natural; that they did
 +wish to purge the world and not destroy it. And nothing else except
 +those anathemas could possibly have made it clear, amid a confusion
 +which still confuses them with their mortal enemies. Nothing else but
 +dogma could have resisted the riot of imaginative invention with which
 +the pessimists were waging their war against nature; with their Aeons
 +and their Demiurge, their strange Logos and their sinister Sophia. If
 +the Church had not insisted on theology, it would have melted into a mad
 +mythology of the mystics, yet further removed from reason or even from
 +rationalism; and, above all, yet further removed from life and from the
 +love of life. Remember that it would have been an inverted mythology,
 +one contradicting everything natural in paganism; a mythology in which
 +Pluto would be above Jupiter and Hades hang higher than Olympus; in
 +which Brahma and all that has the breath of life would be subject to
 +Siva, shining with the eye of death.</p>
 +
 +<p>That the early Church was itself full of an ecstatic enthusiasm for
 +renunciation and virginity makes this distinction much more striking and
 +not less so. It makes all the more important the place where the dogma
 +drew the line. A man might crawl about on all fours like a beast because
 +he was an ascetic. He might stand night and day on the top of a pillar
 +and be adored for being an ascetic. But he could not say that the world
 +was a mistake or the marriage state a sin without being a heretic. What
 +was it that thus deliberately disengaged itself from eastern asceticism
 +by sharp definition and fierce refusal, if it was not something with an
 +individuality of its own; and one that was quite different? If the
 +Catholics are to be confused with the Gnostics, we can only say it was
 +not their fault if they are. And it is rather<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_259" id="page_259">{259}</a></span> hard that the Catholics
 +should be blamed by the same critics for persecuting the heretics and
 +also for sympathising with the heresy.</p>
 +
 +<p>The Church was not a Manichean movement, if only because it was not a
 +movement at all. It was not even merely an ascetical movement, because
 +it was not a movement at all. It would be nearer the truth to call it
 +the tamer of asceticism than the mere leader or loosener of it. It was a
 +thing having its own theory of asceticism, its own type of asceticism,
 +but most conspicuous at the moment as the moderator of other theories
 +and types. This is the only sense that can be made, for instance, of the
 +story of St. Augustine. As long as he was a mere man of the world, a
 +mere man drifting with his time, he actually was a Manichean. It really
 +was quite modern and fashionable to be a Manichean. But when he became a
 +Catholic, the people he instantly turned on and rent in pieces were the
 +Manicheans. The Catholic way of putting it is that he left off being a
 +pessimist to become an ascetic. But as the pessimists interpreted
 +asceticism, it might be said that he left off being an ascetic to become
 +a saint. The war upon life, the denial of nature, were exactly the
 +things he had already found in the heathen world outside the Church, and
 +had to renounce when he entered the Church. The very fact that St.
 +Augustine remains a somewhat sterner or sadder figure than St. Francis
 +or St. Teresa only accentuates the dilemma. Face to face with the
 +gravest or even grimmest of Catholics, we can still ask, ‘Why did
 +Catholicism make war on Manichees, if Catholicism was Manichean?’</p>
 +
 +<p>Take another rationalistic explanation of the rise of Christendom. It is
 +common enough to find another critic saying, ‘Christianity did not
 +really rise at all; that is, it did not merely rise from below; it was
 +imposed from above. It is an example of the power of the executive,
 +especially in despotic states. The Empire was really an Empire; that is,
 +it was really<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_260" id="page_260">{260}</a></span> ruled by the Emperor. One of the Emperors happened to
 +become a Christian. He might just as well have become a Mithraist or a
 +Jew or a Fire-Worshipper; it was common in the decline of the Empire for
 +eminent and educated people to adopt these eccentric eastern cults. But
 +when he adopted it, it became the official religion of the Roman Empire;
 +and when it became the official religion of the Roman Empire, it became
 +as strong, as universal, and as invincible as the Roman Empire. It has
 +only remained in the world as a relic of that Empire; or, as many have
 +put it, it is but the ghost of Caesar still hovering over Rome.’ This
 +also is a very ordinary line taken in the criticism of orthodoxy, to say
 +that it was only officialism that ever made it orthodoxy. And here again
 +we can call on the heretics to refute it.</p>
 +
 +<p>The whole great history of the Arian heresy might have been invented to
 +explode this idea. It is a very interesting history often repeated in
 +this connection; and the upshot of it is in that in so far as there ever
 +was a merely official religion, it actually died because it was a merely
 +official religion; and what destroyed it was the real religion. Arius
 +advanced a version of Christianity which moved, more or less vaguely, in
 +the direction of what we should call Unitarianism; though it was not the
 +same, for it gave to Christ a curious intermediary position between the
 +divine and human. The point is that it seemed to many more reasonable
 +and less fanatical; and among these were many of the educated class in a
 +sort of reaction against the first romance of conversion. Arians were a
 +sort of moderates and a sort of modernists. And it was felt that after
 +the first squabbles this was the final form of rationalised religion
 +into which civilisation might well settle down. It was accepted by Divus
 +Caesar himself and became the official orthodoxy; the generals and
 +military princes drawn from the new barbarian powers of the north, full
 +of the future, supported it strongly. But the sequel is still<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_261" id="page_261">{261}</a></span> more
 +important. Exactly as a modern man might pass through Unitarianism to
 +complete agnosticism, so the greatest of the Arian emperors ultimately
 +shed the last and thinnest pretence of Christianity; he abandoned even
 +Arius and returned to Apollo. He was a Caesar of the Caesars; a soldier,
 +a scholar, a man of large ambitions and ideals; another of the
 +philosopher kings. It seemed to him as if at his signal the sun rose
 +again. The oracles began to speak like birds beginning to sing at dawn;
 +paganism was itself again; the gods returned. It seemed the end of that
 +strange interlude of an alien superstition. And indeed it was the end of
 +it, so far as there was a mere interlude of mere superstition. It was
 +the end of it, in so far as it was the fad of an emperor or the fashion
 +of a generation. If there really was something that began with
 +Constantine, then it ended with Julian.</p>
 +
 +<p>But there was something that did not end. There had arisen in that hour
 +of history, defiant above the democratic tumult of the Councils of the
 +Church, Athanasius against the world. We may pause upon the point at
 +issue; because it is relevant to the whole of this religious history,
 +and the modern world seems to miss the whole point of it. We might put
 +it this way. If there is one question which the enlightened and liberal
 +have the habit of deriding and holding up as a dreadful example of
 +barren dogma and senseless sectarian strife, it is this Athanasian
 +question of the Co-Eternity of the Divine Son. On the other hand, if
 +there is one thing that the same liberals always offer us as a piece of
 +pure and simple Christianity, untroubled by doctrinal disputes, it is
 +the single sentence, ‘God is Love.’ Yet the two statements are almost
 +identical; at least one is very nearly nonsense without the other. The
 +barren dogma is only the logical way of stating the beautiful sentiment.
 +For if there be a being without beginning, existing before all things,
 +was He loving when there was nothing to<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_262" id="page_262">{262}</a></span> be loved? If through that
 +unthinkable eternity He is lonely, what is the meaning of saying He is
 +love? The only justification of such a mystery is the mystical
 +conception that in His own nature there was something analogous to
 +self-expression; something of what begets and beholds what it has
 +begotten. Without some such idea, it is really illogical to complicate
 +the ultimate essence of deity with an idea like love. If the moderns
 +really want a simple religion of love, they must look for it in the
 +Athanasian Creed. The truth is that the trumpet of true Christianity,
 +the challenge of the charities and simplicities of Bethlehem or
 +Christmas Day, never rang out more arrestingly and unmistakably than in
 +the defiance of Athanasius to the cold compromise of the Arians. It was
 +emphatically he who really was fighting for a God of Love against a God
 +of colourless and remote cosmic control; the God of the stoics and the
 +agnostics. It was emphatically he who was fighting for the Holy Child
 +against the grey deity of the Pharisees and the Sadducees. He was
 +fighting for that very balance of beautiful interdependence and
 +intimacy, in the very Trinity of the Divine Nature, that draws our
 +hearts to the Trinity of the Holy Family. His dogma, if the phrase be
 +not misunderstood, turns even God into a Holy Family.</p>
 +
 +<p>That this purely Christian dogma actually for a second time rebelled
 +against the Empire, and actually for a second time refounded the Church
 +in spite of the Empire, is itself a proof that there was something
 +positive and personal working in the world, other than whatever official
 +faith the Empire chose to adopt. This power utterly destroyed the
 +official faith that the Empire did adopt. It went on its own way as it
 +is going on its own way still. There are any number of other examples in
 +which is repeated precisely the same process we have reviewed in the
 +case of the Manichean and the Arian. A few centuries after<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_263" id="page_263">{263}</a></span>wards, for
 +instance, the Church had to maintain the same Trinity, which is simply
 +the logical side of love, against another appearance of the isolated and
 +simplified deity in the religion of Islam. Yet there are some who cannot
 +see what the Crusaders were fighting for; and some even who talk as if
 +Christianity had never been anything but a form of what they call
 +Hebraism coming in with the decay of Hellenism. Those people must
 +certainly be very much puzzled by the war between the Crescent and the
 +Cross. If Christianity had never been anything but a simpler morality
 +sweeping away polytheism, there is no reason why Christendom should not
 +have been swept into Islam. The truth is that Islam itself was a
 +barbaric reaction against that very humane complexity that is really a
 +Christian character; that idea of balance in the deity, as of balance in
 +the family, that makes that creed a sort of sanity, and that sanity the
 +soul of civilisation. And that is why the Church is from the first a
 +thing holding its own position and point of view, quite apart from the
 +accidents and anarchies of its age. That is why it deals blows
 +impartially right and left, at the pessimism of the Manichean or the
 +optimism of the Pelagian. It was not a Manichean movement because it was
 +not a movement at all. It was not an official fashion because it was not
 +a fashion at all. It was something that could coincide with movements
 +and fashions, could control them and could survive them.</p>
 +
 +<p>So might rise from their graves the great heresiarchs to confound their
 +comrades of to-day. There is nothing that the critics now affirm that we
 +cannot call on these great witnesses to deny. The modern critic will say
 +lightly enough that Christianity was but a reaction into asceticism and
 +anti-natural spirituality, a dance of fakirs furious against life and
 +love. But Manes the great mystic will answer them from his secret throne
 +and cry, ‘These Christians have no right to be called spiritual; these
 +Christians have no<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_264" id="page_264">{264}</a></span> title to be called ascetics; they who compromised
 +with the curse of life and all the filth of the family. Through them the
 +earth is still foul with fruit and harvest and polluted with population.
 +Theirs was no movement against nature, or my children would have carried
 +it to triumph; but these fools renewed the world when I would have ended
 +it with a gesture.’ And another critic will write that the Church was
 +but the shadow of the Empire, the fad of a chance Emperor, and that it
 +remains in Europe only as the ghost of the power of Rome. And Arius the
 +deacon will answer out of the darkness of oblivion: ‘No, indeed, or the
 +world would have followed my more reasonable religion. For mine went
 +down before demagogues and men defying Caesar; and around my champion
 +was the purple cloak and mine was the glory of the eagles. It was not
 +for lack of these things that I failed.’ And yet a third modern will
 +maintain that the creed spread only as a sort of panic of hell-fire; men
 +everywhere attempting impossible things in fleeing from incredible
 +vengeance; a nightmare of imaginary remorse; and such an explanation
 +will satisfy many who see something dreadful in the doctrine of
 +orthodoxy. And then there will go up against it the terrible voice of
 +Tertullian, saying, ‘And why then was I cast out; and why did soft
 +hearts and heads decide against me when I proclaimed the perdition of
 +all sinners; and what was this power that thwarted me when I threatened
 +all backsliders with hell? For none ever went up that hard road so far
 +as I; and mine was the <i>Credo Quia Impossibile</i>.’ Then there is the
 +fourth suggestion that there was something of the Semitic secret society
 +in the whole matter; that it was a new invasion of the nomad spirit
 +shaking a kindlier and more comfortable paganism, its cities and its
 +household gods; whereby the jealous monotheistic races could after all
 +establish their jealous God. And Mahomet shall answer out of the
 +whirlwind, the red whirlwind of the desert,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_265" id="page_265">{265}</a></span> ‘Who ever served the
 +jealousy of God as I did or left him more lonely in the sky? Who ever
 +paid more honour to Moses and Abraham or won more victories over idols
 +and the images of paganism? And what was this thing that thrust me back
 +with the energy of a thing alive; whose fanaticism could drive me from
 +Sicily and tear up my deep roots out of the rock of Spain? What faith
 +was theirs who thronged in thousands of every class and country crying
 +out that my ruin was the will of God; and what hurled great Godfrey as
 +from a catapult over the wall of Jerusalem; and what brought great
 +Sobieski like a thunderbolt to the gates of Vienna? I think there was
 +more than you fancy in the religion that has so matched itself with
 +mine.’</p>
 +
 +<p>Those who would suggest that the faith was a fanaticism are doomed to an
 +eternal perplexity. In their account it is bound to appear as fanatical
 +for nothing, and fanatical against everything. It is ascetical and at
 +war with ascetics, Roman and in revolt against Rome, monotheistic and
 +fighting furiously against monotheism; harsh in its condemnation of
 +harshness; a riddle not to be explained even as unreason. And what sort
 +of unreason is it that seems reasonable to millions of educated
 +Europeans through all the revolutions of some sixteen hundred years?
 +People are not amused with a puzzle or a paradox or a mere muddle in the
 +mind for all that time. I know of no explanation except that such a
 +thing is not unreason but reason; that if it is fanatical it is
 +fanatical for reason and fanatical against all the unreasonable things.
 +That is the only explanation I can find of a thing from the first so
 +detached and so confident, condemning things that looked so like itself,
 +refusing help from powers that seemed so essential to its existence,
 +sharing on its human side all the passions of the age, yet always at the
 +supreme moment suddenly rising superior to them, never<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_266" id="page_266">{266}</a></span> saying exactly
 +what it was expected to say and never needing to unsay what it had said;
 +I can find no explanation except that, like Pallas from the brain of
 +Jove, it had indeed come forth out of the mind of God, mature and mighty
 +and armed for judgment and for war.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_267" id="page_267">{267}</a></span></p>
 +
 +<h3><a name="CHAPTER_V-b" id="CHAPTER_V-b"></a>CHAPTER V<br /><br />
 +THE ESCAPE FROM PAGANISM</h3>
 +
 +<p class="nind"><span class="smcap">The</span> modern missionary, with his palm-leaf hat and his umbrella, has
 +become rather a figure of fun. He is chaffed among men of the world for
 +the ease with which he can be eaten by cannibals and the narrow bigotry
 +which makes him regard the cannibal culture as lower than his own.
 +Perhaps the best part of the joke is that the men of the world do not
 +see that the joke is against themselves. It is rather ridiculous to ask
 +a man just about to be boiled in a pot and eaten, at a purely religious
 +feast, why he does not regard all religions as equally friendly and
 +fraternal. But there is a more subtle criticism uttered against the more
 +old-fashioned missionary; to the effect that he generalises too broadly
 +about the heathen and pays too little attention to the difference
 +between Mahomet and Mumbo-Jumbo. There was probably truth in this
 +complaint, especially in the past; but it is my main contention here
 +that the exaggeration is all the other way at present. It is the
 +temptation of the professors to treat mythologies too much as
 +theologies; as things thoroughly thought out and seriously held. It is
 +the temptation of the intellectuals to take much too seriously the fine
 +shades of various schools in the rather irresponsible metaphysics of
 +Asia. Above all, it is their temptation to miss the real truth implied
 +in the idea of Aquinas contra Gentiles or Athanasius contra mundum.</p>
 +
 +<p>If the missionary says, in fact, that he is exceptional in being a
 +Christian, and that the rest of the races and religions can be
 +collectively classified as heathen,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_268" id="page_268">{268}</a></span> he is perfectly right. He may say
 +it in quite the wrong spirit, in which case he is spiritually wrong. But
 +in the cold light of philosophy and history, he is intellectually right.
 +He may not be right-minded, but he is right. He may not even have a
 +right to be right, but he is right. The outer world to which he brings
 +his creed really is something subject to certain generalisations
 +covering all its varieties, and is not merely a variety of similar
 +creeds. Perhaps it is in any case too much of a temptation to pride or
 +hypocrisy to call it heathenry. Perhaps it would be better simply to
 +call it humanity. But there are certain broad characteristics of what we
 +call humanity while it remains in what we call heathenry. They are not
 +necessarily bad characteristics; some of them are worthy of the respect
 +of Christendom; some of them have been absorbed and transfigured in the
 +substance of Christendom. But they existed before Christendom and they
 +still exist outside Christendom, as certainly as the sea existed before
 +a boat and all round a boat; and they have as strong and as universal
 +and as unmistakable a savour as the sea.</p>
 +
 +<p>For instance, all real scholars who have studied the Greek and Roman
 +culture say one thing about it. They agree that in the ancient world
 +religion was one thing and philosophy quite another. There was very
 +little effort to rationalise and at the same time to realise a real
 +belief in the gods. There was very little pretence of any such real
 +belief among the philosophers. But neither had the passion or perhaps
 +the power to persecute the other, save in particular and peculiar cases;
 +and neither the philosopher in his school nor the priest in his temple
 +seems ever to have seriously contemplated his own concept as covering
 +the world. A priest sacrificing to Artemis in Calydon did not seem to
 +think that people would some day sacrifice to her instead of to Isis
 +beyond the sea; a sage following the vegetarian rule of the
 +Neo-Pythagoreans did not seem to think it would universally<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_269" id="page_269">{269}</a></span> prevail and
 +exclude the methods of Epictetus or Epicurus. We may call this
 +liberality if we like; I am not dealing with an argument but describing
 +an atmosphere. All this, I say, is admitted by all scholars; but what
 +neither the learned nor the unlearned have fully realised, perhaps, is
 +that this description is really an exact description of all
 +non-Christian civilisation to-day; and especially of the great
 +civilisations of the East. Eastern paganism really is much more all of a
 +piece, just as ancient paganism was much more all of a piece, than the
 +modern critics admit. It is a many-coloured Persian carpet as the others
 +was a varied and tessellated Roman pavement; but the one real crack
 +right across that pavement came from the earthquake of the Crucifixion.</p>
 +
 +<p>The modern European seeking his religion in Asia is reading his religion
 +into Asia. Religion there is something different; it is both more and
 +less. He is like a man mapping out the sea as land; marking waves as
 +mountains; not understanding the nature of its peculiar permanence. It
 +is perfectly true that Asia has its own dignity and poetry and high
 +civilisation. But it is not in the least true that Asia has its own
 +definite dominions of moral government, where all loyalty is conceived
 +in terms of morality; as when we say that Ireland is Catholic or that
 +New England was Puritan. The map is not marked out in religions, in our
 +sense of churches. The state of mind is far more subtle, more relative,
 +more secretive, more varied and changing, like the colours of the snake.
 +The Moslem is the nearest approach to a militant Christian; and that is
 +precisely because he is a much nearer approach to an envoy from western
 +civilisation. The Moslem in the heart of Asia almost stands for the soul
 +of Europe. And as he stands between them and Europe in the matter of
 +space, so he stands between them and Christianity in the matter of time.
 +In that sense the Moslems in Asia are merely like the<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_270" id="page_270">{270}</a></span> Nestorians in
 +Asia. Islam, historically speaking, is the greatest of the eastern
 +heresies. It owed something to the quite isolated and unique
 +individuality of Israel; but it owed more to Byzantium and the
 +theological enthusiasm of Christendom. It owed something even to the
 +Crusades. It owed nothing whatever to Asia. It owed nothing to the
 +atmosphere of the ancient and traditional world of Asia, with its
 +immemorial etiquette and its bottomless or bewildering philosophies. All
 +that ancient and actual Asia felt the entrance of Islam as something
 +foreign and western and warlike, piercing it like a spear.</p>
 +
 +<p>Even where we might trace in dotted lines the domains of Asiatic
 +religions, we should probably be reading into them something dogmatic
 +and ethical belonging to our own religion. It is as if a European
 +ignorant of the American atmosphere were to suppose that each ‘state’
 +was a separate sovereign state as patriotic as France or Poland; or that
 +when a Yankee referred fondly to his ‘home town’ he meant he had no
 +other nation, like a citizen of ancient Athens or Rome. As he would be
 +reading a particular sort of loyalty into America, so we are reading a
 +particular sort of loyalty into Asia. There are loyalties of other
 +kinds; but not what men on the West mean by being a believer, by trying
 +to be a Christian, by being a good Protestant or a practising Catholic.
 +In the intellectual world it means something far more vague and varied
 +by doubts and speculations. In the moral world it means something far
 +more loose and drifting. A professor of Persian at one of our great
 +universities, so passionate a partisan of the East as practically to
 +profess a contempt for the West, said to a friend of mine: ‘You will
 +never understand oriental religions, because you always conceive
 +religion as connected with ethics. This kind has really nothing to do
 +with ethics.’ We have most of us known some Masters of the Higher
 +Wisdom, some Pilgrims upon the Path to Power,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_271" id="page_271">{271}</a></span> some eastern esoteric
 +saints and seers, who had really nothing to do with ethics. Something
 +different, something detached and irresponsible, tinges the moral
 +atmosphere of Asia and touches even that of Islam. It was very
 +realistically caught in the atmosphere of <i>Hassan</i>; and a very horrible
 +atmosphere too. It is even more vivid in such glimpses as we get of the
 +genuine and ancient cults of Asia. Deeper than the depths of
 +metaphysics, far down in the abysses of mystical meditations, under all
 +that solemn universe of spiritual things, is a secret, an intangible and
 +a terrible levity. It does not really very much matter what one does.
 +Either because they do not believe in a devil, or because they do
 +believe in a destiny, or because experience here is everything and
 +eternal life something totally different, but for some reason they are
 +totally different. I have read somewhere that there were three great
 +friends famous in medieval Persia for their unity of mind. One became
 +the responsible and respected Vizier of the Great King; the second was
 +the poet Omar, pessimist and epicurean, drinking wine in mockery of
 +Mahomet; the third was the Old Man of the Mountain who maddened his
 +people with hashish that they might murder other people with daggers. It
 +does not really much matter what one does.</p>
 +
 +<p>The Sultan in <i>Hassan</i> would have understood all those three men; indeed
 +he was all those three men. But this sort of universalist cannot have
 +what we call a character; it is what we call a chaos. He cannot choose;
 +he cannot fight; he cannot repent; he cannot hope. He is not in the same
 +sense creating something; for creation means rejection. He is not, in
 +our religious phrase, making his soul. For our doctrine of salvation
 +does really mean a labour like that of a man trying to make a statue
 +beautiful; a victory with wings. For that there must be a final choice;
 +for a man cannot make statues without rejecting stone. And there really
 +is this ultimate<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_272" id="page_272">{272}</a></span> unmorality behind the metaphysics of Asia. And the
 +reason is that there has been nothing through all those unthinkable ages
 +to bring the human mind sharply to the point; to tell it that the time
 +has come to choose. The mind has lived too much in eternity. The soul
 +has been too immortal; in the special sense that it ignores the idea of
 +mortal sin. It has had too much of eternity, in the sense that it has
 +not had enough of the hour of death and the day of judgment. It is not
 +crucial enough; in the literal sense that it has not had enough of the
 +cross. That is what we mean when we say that Asia is very old. But
 +strictly speaking Europe is quite as old as Asia; indeed in a sense any
 +place is as old as any other place. What we mean is that Europe has not
 +merely gone on growing older. It has been born again.</p>
 +
 +<p>Asia is all humanity; as it has worked out its human doom. Asia, in its
 +vast territory, in its varied populations, in its heights of past
 +achievement and its depths of dark speculation, is itself a world; and
 +represents something of what we mean when we speak of the world. It is a
 +cosmos rather than a continent. It is the world as man has made it; and
 +contains many of the most wonderful things that man has made. Therefore
 +Asia stands as the one representative of paganism and the one rival to
 +Christendom. But everywhere else where we get glimpses of that mortal
 +destiny, they suggest stages in the same story. Where Asia trails away
 +into the southern archipelagoes of the savages, or where a darkness full
 +of nameless shapes dwells in the heart of Africa, or where the last
 +survivors of lost races linger in the cold volcano of prehistoric
 +America, it is all the same story; sometimes perhaps later chapters of
 +the same story. It is men entangled in the forest of their own
 +mythology; it is men drowned in the sea of their own metaphysics.
 +Polytheists have grown weary of the wildest of fictions. Monotheists
 +have grown<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_273" id="page_273">{273}</a></span> weary of the most wonderful of truths. Diabolists here and
 +there have such a hatred of heaven and earth that they have tried to
 +take refuge in hell. It is the Fall of Man; and it is exactly that fall
 +that was being felt by our own fathers at the first moment of the Roman
 +decline. We also were going down that wide road; down that easy slope;
 +following the magnificent procession of the high civilisations of the
 +world.</p>
 +
 +<p>If the Church had not entered the world then, it seems probable that
 +Europe would be now very much what Asia is now. Something may be allowed
 +for a real difference of race and environment, visible in the ancient as
 +in the modern world. But after all we talk about the changeless East
 +very largely because it has not suffered the great change. Paganism in
 +its last phase showed considerable signs of becoming equally changeless.
 +This would not mean that new schools or sects of philosophy would not
 +arise; as new schools did arise in Antiquity and do arise in Asia. It
 +does not mean that there would be no real mystics or visionaries; as
 +there were mystics in Antiquity and are mystics in Asia. It does not
 +mean that there would be no social codes, as there were codes in
 +Antiquity and are codes in Asia. It does not mean that there could not
 +be good men or happy lives, for God has given all men a conscience and
 +conscience can give all men a kind of peace. But it does mean that the
 +tone and proportion of all these things, and especially the proportion
 +of good and evil things, would be in the unchanged West what they are in
 +the changeless East. And nobody who looks at that changeless East
 +honestly, and with a real sympathy, can believe that there is anything
 +there remotely resembling the challenge and revolution of the Faith.</p>
 +
 +<p>In short, if classic paganism had lingered until now, a number of things
 +might well have lingered with it; and they would look very like what we
 +call the religions of the East. There would still be<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_274" id="page_274">{274}</a></span> Pythagoreans
 +teaching reincarnation, as there are still Hindus teaching
 +reincarnation. There would still be Stoics making a religion out of
 +reason and virtue, as there are still Confucians making a religion out
 +of reason and virtue. There would still be Neo-Platonists studying
 +transcendental truths, the meaning of which was mysterious to other
 +people and disputed even amongst themselves; as the Buddhists still
 +study a transcendentalism mysterious to others and disputed among
 +themselves. There would still be intelligent Apollonians apparently
 +worshipping the sun-god but explaining that they were worshipping the
 +divine principle; just as there are still intelligent Parsees apparently
 +worshipping the sun but explaining that they are worshipping the deity.
 +There would still be wild Dionysians dancing on the mountain as there
 +are still wild Dervishes dancing in the desert. There would still be
 +crowds of people attending the popular feasts of the gods, in pagan
 +Europe as in pagan Asia. There would still be crowds of gods, local and
 +other, for them to worship. And there would still be a great many more
 +people who worshipped them than people who believed in them. Finally
 +there would still be a very large number of people who did worship gods
 +and did believe in gods; and who believed in gods and worshipped gods
 +simply because they were demons. There would still be Levantines
 +secretly sacrificing to Moloch as there are still Thugs secretly
 +sacrificing to Kalee. There would still be a great deal of magic; and a
 +great deal of it would be black magic. There would still be a
 +considerable admiration of Seneca and a considerable imitation of Nero;
 +just as the exalted epigrams of Confucius could coexist with the
 +tortures of China. And over all that tangled forest of traditions
 +growing wild or withering would brood the broad silence of a singular
 +and even nameless mood; but the nearest name of it is nothing. All these
 +things, good and bad, would have an indescribable air of being too old
 +to die.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_275" id="page_275">{275}</a></span></p>
 +
 +<p>None of these things occupying Europe in the absence of Christendom
 +would bear the least likeness to Christendom. Since the Pythagorean
 +Metempsychosis would still be there, we might call it the Pythagorean
 +religion as we talk about the Buddhist religion. As the noble maxims of
 +Socrates would still be there, we might call it the Socratic religion as
 +we talk about the Confucian religion. As the popular holiday was still
 +marked by a mythological hymn to Adonis, we might call it the religion
 +of Adonis as we talk about the religion of Juggernaut. As literature
 +would still be based on the Greek mythology, we might call that
 +mythology a religion, as we call the Hindu mythology a religion. We
 +might say that there were so many thousands or millions of people
 +belonging to that religion, in the sense of frequenting such temples or
 +merely living in a land full of such temples. But if we called the last
 +tradition of Pythagoras or the lingering legend of Adonis by the name of
 +a religion, then we must find some other name for the Church of Christ.</p>
 +
 +<p>If anybody says that philosophic maxims preserved through many ages, or
 +mythological temples frequented by many people, are things of the same
 +class and category as the Church, it is enough to answer quite simply
 +that they are not. Nobody thinks they are the same when he sees them in
 +the old civilisation of Greece and Rome; nobody would think they were
 +the same if that civilisation had lasted two thousand years longer and
 +existed at the present day; nobody can in reason think they are the same
 +in the parallel pagan civilisation in the East, as it is at the present
 +day. None of these philosophies or mythologies are anything like a
 +Church; certainly nothing like a Church Militant. And, as I have shown
 +elsewhere, even if this rule were not already proved, the exception
 +would prove the rule. The rule is that pre-Christian or pagan history
 +does not produce a Church Militant; and the exception, or<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_276" id="page_276">{276}</a></span> what some
 +would call the exception, is that Islam is at least militant if it is
 +not Church. And that is precisely because Islam is the one religious
 +rival that is <i>not</i> pre-Christian and therefore not in that sense pagan.
 +Islam was a product of Christianity; even if it was a by-product; even
 +if it was a bad product. It was a heresy or parody emulating and
 +therefore imitating the Church. It is no more surprising that
 +Mahomedanism had something of her fighting spirit than that Quakerism
 +had something of her peaceful spirit. After Christianity there are any
 +number of such emulations or extensions. Before it there are none.</p>
 +
 +<p>The Church Militant is thus unique because it is an army marching to
 +effect a universal deliverance. The bondage from which the world is thus
 +to be delivered is something that is very well symbolised by the state
 +of Asia as by the state of pagan Europe. I do not mean merely their
 +moral or immoral state. The missionary, as a matter of fact, has much
 +more to say for himself than the enlightened imagine, even when he says
 +that the heathen are idolatrous and immoral. A touch or two of realistic
 +experience about Eastern religion, even about Moslem religion, will
 +reveal some startling insensibilities in ethics; such as the practical
 +indifference to the line between passion and perversion. It is not
 +prejudice but practical experience which says that Asia is full of
 +demons as well as gods. But the evil I mean is in the mind. And it is in
 +the mind wherever the mind has worked for a long time alone. It is what
 +happens when all dreaming and thinking have come to an end in an
 +emptiness that is at once negation and necessity. It sounds like an
 +anarchy, but it is also a slavery. It is what has been called already
 +the wheel of Asia; all those recurrent arguments about cause and effect
 +or things beginning and ending in the mind, which make it impossible for
 +the soul really to strike out and go anywhere or do anything. And the
 +point is that it<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_277" id="page_277">{277}</a></span> is not necessarily peculiar to Asiatics; it would have
 +been true in the end of Europeans&mdash;if something had not happened. If the
 +Church Militant had not been a thing marching, all men would have been
 +marking time. If the Church Militant had not endured a discipline, all
 +men would have endured a slavery.</p>
 +
 +<p>What that universal yet fighting faith brought into the world was hope.
 +Perhaps the one thing common to mythology and philosophy was that both
 +were really sad; in the sense that they had not this hope even if they
 +had touches of faith or charity. We may call Buddhism a faith; though to
 +us it seems more like a doubt. We may call the Lord of Compassion a Lord
 +of Charity; though it seems to us a very pessimist sort of pity. But
 +those who insist most on the antiquity and size of such cults must agree
 +that in all their ages they have not covered all their areas with that
 +sort of practical and pugnacious hope. In Christendom hope has never
 +been absent; rather it has been errant, extravagant, excessively fixed
 +upon fugitive chances. Its perpetual revolution and reconstruction has
 +at least been an evidence of people being in better spirits. Europe did
 +very truly renew its youth like the eagles; just as the eagles of Rome
 +rose again over the legions of Napoleon, or we have seen soaring but
 +yesterday the silver eagle of Poland. But in the Polish case even
 +revolution always went with religion. Napoleon himself sought a
 +reconciliation with religion. Religion could never be finally separated
 +even from the most hostile of the hopes; simply because it was the real
 +source of the hopefulness. And the cause of this is to be found simply
 +in the religion itself. Those who quarrel about it seldom even consider
 +it in itself. There is neither space nor place for such a full
 +consideration here; but a word may be said to explain a reconciliation
 +that always recurs and still seems to require explanation.</p>
 +
 +<p>There will be no end to the weary debates about<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_278" id="page_278">{278}</a></span> liberalising theology,
 +until people face the fact that the only liberal part of it is really
 +the dogmatic part. If dogma is incredible, it is because it is
 +incredibly liberal. If it is irrational, it can only be in giving us
 +more assurance of freedom than is justified by reason. The obvious
 +example is that essential form of freedom which we call free-will. It is
 +absurd to say that a man shows his liberality in denying his liberty.
 +But it is tenable that he has to affirm a transcendental doctrine in
 +order to affirm his liberty. There is a sense in which we might
 +reasonably say that if man has a primary power of choice, he has in that
 +fact a supernatural power of creation, as if he could raise the dead or
 +give birth to the unbegotten. Possibly in that case a man must be a
 +miracle; and certainly in that case he must be a miracle in order to be
 +a man; and most certainly in order to be a free man. But it is absurd to
 +forbid him to be a free man and do it in the name of a more free
 +religion.</p>
 +
 +<p>But it is true in twenty other matters. Anybody who believes at all in
 +God must believe in the absolute supremacy of God. But in so far as that
 +supremacy does allow of any degrees that can be called liberal or
 +illiberal, it is self-evident that the illiberal power is the deity of
 +the rationalists and the liberal power is the deity of the dogmatists.
 +Exactly in proportion as you turn monotheism into monism you turn it
 +into despotism. It is precisely the unknown God of the scientist, with
 +his impenetrable purpose and his inevitable and unalterable law, that
 +reminds us of a Prussian autocrat making rigid plans in a remote tent
 +and moving mankind like machinery. It is precisely the God of miracles
 +and of answered prayers who reminds us of a liberal and popular prince,
 +receiving petitions, listening to parliaments and considering the cases
 +of a whole people. I am not now arguing the rationality of this
 +conception in other respects; as a matter of fact it is not, as some
 +suppose, irrational; for there is nothing irrational in<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_279" id="page_279">{279}</a></span> the wisest and
 +most well-informed king acting differently according to the action of
 +those he wishes to save. But I am here only noting the general nature of
 +liberality, or of free or enlarged atmosphere of action. And in this
 +respect it is certain that the king can only be what we call magnanimous
 +if he is what some call capricious. It is the Catholic, who has the
 +feeling that his prayers do make a difference when offered for the
 +living and the dead, who also has the feeling of living like a free
 +citizen in something almost like a constitutional commonwealth. It is
 +the monist who lives under a single iron law who must have the feeling
 +of living like a slave under a sultan. Indeed I believe that the
 +original use of the word <i>suffragium</i>, which we now use in politics for
 +a vote, was that employed in theology about a prayer. The dead in
 +Purgatory were said to have the suffrages of the living. And in this
 +sense, of a sort of right of petition to the supreme ruler, we may truly
 +say that the whole of the Communion of Saints, as well as the whole of
 +the Church Militant, is founded on universal suffrage.</p>
 +
 +<p>But above all, it is true of the most tremendous issue; of that tragedy
 +which has created the divine comedy of our creed. Nothing short of the
 +extreme and strong and startling doctrine of the divinity of Christ will
 +give that particular effect that can truly stir the popular sense like a
 +trumpet; the idea of the king himself serving in the ranks like a common
 +soldier. By making that figure merely human we make that story much less
 +human. We take away the point of the story which actually pierces
 +humanity; the point of the story which was quite literally the point of
 +a spear. It does not especially humanise the universe to say that good
 +and wise men can die for their opinions; any more than it would be any
 +sort of uproariously popular news in an army that good soldiers may
 +easily get killed. It is no news that King Leonidas is dead any more
 +than that Queen<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_280" id="page_280">{280}</a></span> Anne is dead; and men did not wait for Christianity to
 +be men, in the full sense of being heroes. But if we are describing, for
 +the moment, the atmosphere of what is generous and popular and even
 +picturesque, any knowledge of human nature will tell us that no
 +sufferings of the sons of men, or even of the servants of God, strike
 +the same note as the notion of the master suffering instead of his
 +servants. And this is given by the theological and emphatically not by
 +the scientific deity. No mysterious monarch, hidden in his starry
 +pavilion at the base of the cosmic campaign, is in the least like that
 +celestial chivalry of the Captain who carries his five wounds in the
 +front of battle.</p>
 +
 +<p>What the denouncer of dogma really means is not that dogma is bad; but
 +rather that dogma is too good to be true. That is, he means that dogma
 +is too liberal to be likely. Dogma gives man too much freedom when it
 +permits him to fall. Dogma gives even God too much freedom when it
 +permits him to die. That is what the intelligent sceptics ought to say;
 +and it is not in the least my intention to deny that there is something
 +to be said for it. They mean that the universe is itself a universal
 +prison; that existence itself is a limitation and a control; and it is
 +not for nothing that they call causation a chain. In a word, they mean
 +quite simply that they cannot believe these things; not in the least
 +that they are unworthy of belief. We say, not lightly but very
 +literally, that the truth has made us free. They say that it makes us so
 +free that it cannot be the truth. To them it is like believing in
 +fairyland to believe in such freedom as we enjoy. It is like believing
 +in men with wings to entertain the fancy of men with wills. It is like
 +accepting a fable about a squirrel in conversation with a mountain to
 +believe in a man who is free to ask or a God who is free to answer. This
 +is a manly and a rational negation, for which I for one shall always
 +show respect. But I decline to<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_281" id="page_281">{281}</a></span> show any respect for those who first of
 +all clip the bird and cage the squirrel, rivet the chains and refuse the
 +freedom, close all the doors of the cosmic prison on us with a clang of
 +eternal iron, tell us that our emancipation is a dream and our dungeon a
 +necessity; and then calmly turn round and tell us they have a freer
 +thought and a more liberal theology.</p>
 +
 +<p>The moral of all this is an old one; that religion is revelation. In
 +other words, it is a vision, and a vision received by faith; but it is a
 +vision of reality. The faith consists in a conviction of its reality.
 +That, for example, is the difference between a vision and a day-dream.
 +And that is the difference between religion and mythology. That is the
 +difference between faith and all that fancy-work, quite human and more
 +or less healthy, which we considered under the head of mythology. There
 +is something in the reasonable use of the very word vision that implies
 +two things about it; first that it comes very rarely, possibly that it
 +comes only once; and secondly that it probably comes once and for all. A
 +day-dream may come every day. A day-dream may be different every day. It
 +is something more than the difference between telling ghost-stories and
 +meeting a ghost.</p>
 +
 +<p>But if it is not a mythology neither is it a philosophy. It is not a
 +philosophy because, being a vision, it is not a pattern but a picture.
 +It is not one of those simplifications which resolve everything into an
 +abstract explanation; as that everything is recurrent; or everything is
 +relative; or everything is inevitable; or everything is illusive. It is
 +not a process but a story. It has proportions, of the sort seen in a
 +picture or a story; it has not the regular repetitions of a pattern or a
 +process; but it replaces them by being convincing as a picture or a
 +story is convincing. In other words, it is exactly, as the phrase goes,
 +like life. For indeed it is life. An example of what is meant here might
 +well be found in the treatment of the problem of evil. It is easy<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_282" id="page_282">{282}</a></span>
 +enough to make a plan of life of which the background is black, as the
 +pessimists do; and then admit a speck or two of star-dust more or less
 +accidental, or at least in the literal sense insignificant. And it is
 +easy enough to make another plan on white paper, as the Christian
 +Scientists do, and explain or explain away somehow such dots or smudges
 +as may be difficult to deny. Lastly it is easiest of all, perhaps, to
 +say as the dualists do, that life is like a chess-board in which the two
 +are equal; and can as truly be said to consist of white squares on a
 +black board or of black squares on a white board. But every man feels in
 +his heart that none of these three paper plans is like life; that none
 +of these worlds is one in which he can live. Something tells him that
 +the ultimate idea of a world is not bad or even neutral; staring at the
 +sky or the grass or the truths of mathematics or even a new-laid egg, he
 +has a vague feeling like the shadow of that saying of the great
 +Christian philosopher, St. Thomas Aquinas, ‘Every existence, as such, is
 +good.’ On the other hand, something else tells him that it is unmanly
 +and debased and even diseased to minimise evil to a dot or even a blot.
 +He realises that optimism is morbid. It is if possible even more morbid
 +than pessimism. These vague but healthy feelings, if he followed them
 +out, would result in the idea that evil is in some way an exception but
 +an enormous exception; and ultimately that evil is an invasion or yet
 +more truly a rebellion. He does not think that everything is right or
 +that everything is wrong, or that everything is equally right and wrong.
 +But he does think that right has a right to be right and therefore a
 +right to be there; and wrong has no right to be wrong and therefore no
 +right to be there. It is the prince of the world; but it is also a
 +usurper. So he will apprehend vaguely what the vision will give to him
 +vividly; no less than all that strange story of treason in heaven and
 +the great desertion by which evil damaged and tried<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_283" id="page_283">{283}</a></span> to destroy a cosmos
 +that it could not create. It is a very strange story and its proportions
 +and its lines and colours are as arbitrary and absolute as the artistic
 +composition of a picture. It is a vision which we do in fact symbolise
 +in pictures by titanic limbs and passionate tints of plumage; all that
 +abysmal vision of falling stars and the peacock panoplies of the night.
 +But that strange story has one small advantage over the diagrams. It is
 +like life.</p>
 +
 +<p>Another example might be found, not in the problem of evil, but in what
 +is called the problem of progress. One of the ablest agnostics of the
 +age once asked me whether I thought mankind grew better or grew worse or
 +remained the same. He was confident that the alternative covered all
 +possibilities. He did not see that it only covered patterns and not
 +pictures; processes and not stories. I asked him whether he thought that
 +Mr. Smith of Golder’s Green got better or worse or remained exactly the
 +same between the age of thirty and forty. It then seemed to dawn on him
 +that it would rather depend on Mr. Smith; and how he chose to go on. It
 +had never occurred to him that it might depend on how mankind chose to
 +go on; and that its course was not a straight line or an upward or
 +downward curve, but a track like that of a man across a valley, going
 +where he liked and stopping where he chose, going into a church or
 +falling drunk in a ditch. The life of man is a story; an adventure
 +story; and in our vision the same is true even of the story of God.</p>
 +
 +<p>The Catholic faith is the reconciliation because it is the realisation
 +both of mythology and philosophy. It is a story and in that sense one of
 +a hundred stories; only it is a true story. It is a philosophy and in
 +that sense one of a hundred philosophies; only it is a philosophy that
 +is like life. But above all, it is a reconciliation because it is
 +something that can only be called the philosophy of stories. That normal
 +narrative instinct which produced all the fairy-tales<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_284" id="page_284">{284}</a></span> is something that
 +is neglected by all the philosophies&mdash;except one. The Faith is the
 +justification of that popular instinct; the finding of a philosophy for
 +it or the analysis of the philosophy in it. Exactly as a man in an
 +adventure story has to pass various tests to save his life, so the man
 +in this philosophy has to pass several tests and save his soul. In both
 +there is an idea of free will operating under conditions of design; in
 +other words, there is an aim and it is the business of a man to aim at
 +it; we therefore watch to see whether he will hit it. Now this deep and
 +democratic and dramatic instinct is derided and dismissed in all the
 +other philosophies. For all the other philosophies avowedly end where
 +they begin; and it is the definition of a story that it ends
 +differently; that it begins in one place and ends in another. From
 +Buddha and his wheel to Akhen-Aten and his disc, from Pythagoras with
 +his abstraction of number to Confucius with his religion of routine,
 +there is not one of them that does not in some way sin against the soul
 +of a story. There is none of them that really grasps this human notion
 +of the tale, the test, the adventure; the ordeal of the free man. Each
 +of them starves the story-telling instinct, so to speak, and does
 +something to spoil human life considered as a romance; either by
 +fatalism (pessimist or optimist) and that destiny that is the death of
 +adventure; or by indifference and that detachment that is the death of
 +drama; or by a fundamental scepticism that dissolves the actors into
 +atoms; or by a materialistic limitation blocking the vista of moral
 +consequences; or a mechanical recurrence making even moral tests
 +monotonous; or a bottomless relativity making even practical tests
 +insecure. There is such a thing as a human story; and there is such a
 +thing as the divine story which is also a human story. But there is no
 +such thing as a Hegelian story or a Monist story or a relativist story
 +or a determinist story. For every story, yes, even a penny dreadful or a
 +cheap novelette,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_285" id="page_285">{285}</a></span> has something in it that belongs to our universe and
 +not theirs. Every short story does truly begin with creation and end
 +with a last judgment.</p>
 +
 +<p>And <i>that</i> is the reason why the myths and the philosophers were at war
 +until Christ came. That is why the Athenian democracy killed Socrates
 +out of respect for the gods; and why every strolling sophist gave
 +himself the airs of a Socrates whenever he could talk in a superior
 +fashion of the gods; and why the heretic Pharaoh wrecked his huge idols
 +and temples for an abstraction and why the priests could return in
 +triumph and trample his dynasty under foot; and why Buddhism had to
 +divide itself from Brahminism, and why in every age and country outside
 +Christendom there has been a feud for ever between the philosopher and
 +the priest. It is easy enough to say that the philosopher is generally
 +the more rational; it is easier still to forget that the priest is
 +always the more popular. For the priest told the people stories; and the
 +philosopher did not understand the philosophy of stories. It came into
 +the world with the story of Christ.</p>
 +
 +<p>And this is why it had to be a revelation or vision given from above.
 +Any one who will think of the theory of stories or pictures will easily
 +see the point. The true story of the world must be told by somebody to
 +somebody else. By the very nature of a story it cannot be left to occur
 +to anybody. A story has proportions, variations, surprises, particular
 +dispositions, which cannot be worked out by rule in the abstract, like a
 +sum. We could not deduce whether or no Achilles would give back the body
 +of Hector from a Pythagorean theory of number or recurrence; and we
 +could not infer for ourselves in what way the world would get back the
 +body of Christ, merely from being told that all things go round and
 +round upon the wheel of Buddha. A man might perhaps work out a
 +proposition of Euclid without having heard of Euclid; but he would not
 +work out the precise legend<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_286" id="page_286">{286}</a></span> of Eurydice without having heard of
 +Eurydice. At any rate he would not be certain how the story would end
 +and whether Orpheus was ultimately defeated. Still less could he guess
 +the end of our story; or the legend of our Orpheus rising, not defeated,
 +from the dead.</p>
 +
 +<p>To sum up; the sanity of the world was restored and the soul of man
 +offered salvation by something which did indeed satisfy the two warring
 +tendencies of the past; which had never been satisfied in full and most
 +certainly never satisfied together. It met the mythological search for
 +romance by being a story and the philosophical search for truth by being
 +a true story. That is why the ideal figure had to be a historical
 +character, as nobody had ever felt Adonis or Pan to be a historical
 +character. But that is also why the historical character had to be the
 +ideal figure; and even fulfil many of the functions given to these other
 +ideal figures; why he was at once the sacrifice and the feast, why he
 +could be shown under the emblems of the growing vine or the rising sun.
 +The more deeply we think of the matter the more we shall conclude that,
 +if there be indeed a God, his creation could hardly have reached any
 +other culmination than this granting of a real romance to the world.
 +Otherwise the two sides of the human mind could never have touched at
 +all; and the brain of man would have remained cloven and double; one
 +lobe of it dreaming impossible dreams and the other repeating invariable
 +calculations. The picture-makers would have remained for ever painting
 +the portrait of nobody. The sages would have remained for ever adding up
 +numerals that came to nothing. It was that abyss that nothing but an
 +incarnation could cover; a divine embodiment of our dreams; and he
 +stands above that chasm whose name is more than priest and older even
 +than Christendom; Pontifex Maximus, the mightiest maker of a bridge.</p>
 +
 +<p>But even with that we return to the more specially<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_287" id="page_287">{287}</a></span> Christian symbol in
 +the same tradition; the perfect pattern of the keys. This is a
 +historical and not a theological outline, and it is not my duty here to
 +defend in detail that theology, but merely to point out that it could
 +not even be justified in design without being justified in detail&mdash;like
 +a key. Beyond the broad suggestion of this chapter I attempt no
 +apologetic about why the creed should be accepted. But in answer to the
 +historical query of why it was accepted, and is accepted, I answer for
 +millions of others in my reply; because it fits the lock; because it is
 +like life. It is one among many stories; only it happens to be a true
 +story. It is one among many philosophies; only it happens to be the
 +truth. We accept it; and the ground is solid under our feet and the road
 +is open before us. It does not imprison us in a dream of destiny or a
 +consciousness of the universal delusion. It opens to us not only
 +incredible heavens, but what seems to some an equally incredible earth,
 +and makes it credible. This is the sort of truth that is hard to explain
 +because it is a fact; but it is a fact to which we can call witnesses.
 +We are Christians and Catholics not because we worship a key, but
 +because we have passed a door; and felt the wind that is the trumpet of
 +liberty blow over the land of the living.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_288" id="page_288">{288}</a></span></p>
 +
 +<h3><a name="CHAPTER_VI-b" id="CHAPTER_VI-b"></a>CHAPTER VI<br /><br />
 +THE FIVE DEATHS OF THE FAITH</h3>
 +
 +<p class="nind"><span class="smcap">It</span> is not the purpose of this book to trace the subsequent history of
 +Christianity, especially the later history of Christianity; which
 +involves controversies of which I hope to write more fully elsewhere. It
 +is devoted only to the suggestion that Christianity, appearing amid
 +heathen humanity, had all the character of a unique thing and even of a
 +supernatural thing. It was not like any of the other things; and the
 +more we study it the less it looks like any of them. But there is a
 +certain rather peculiar character which marked it henceforward even down
 +to the present moment, with a note on which this book may well conclude.</p>
 +
 +<p>I have said that Asia and the ancient world had an air of being too old
 +to die. Christendom has had the very opposite fate. Christendom has had
 +a series of revolutions and in each one of them Christianity has died.
 +Christianity has died many times and risen again; for it had a god who
 +knew the way out of the grave. But the first extraordinary fact which
 +marks this history is this: that Europe has been turned upside down over
 +and over again; and that at the end of each of these revolutions the
 +same religion has again been found on top. The Faith is always
 +converting the age, not as an old religion but as a new religion. This
 +truth is hidden from many by a convention that is too little noticed.
 +Curiously enough, it is a convention of the sort which those who ignore
 +it claim especially to detect and denounce. They are always telling us
 +that priests and ceremonies<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_289" id="page_289">{289}</a></span> are not religion and that religious
 +organisation can be a hollow sham; but they hardly realise how true it
 +is. It is so true that three or four times at least in the history of
 +Christendom the whole soul seemed to have gone out of Christianity; and
 +almost every man in his heart expected its end. This fact is only masked
 +in medieval and other times by that very official religion which such
 +critics pride themselves on seeing through. Christianity remained the
 +official religion of a Renaissance prince or the official religion of an
 +eighteenth-century bishop, just as an ancient mythology remained the
 +official religion of Julius Caesar or the Arian creed long remained the
 +official religion of Julian the Apostate. But there was a difference
 +between the cases of Julius and of Julian; because the Church had begun
 +its strange career. There was no reason why men like Julius should not
 +worship gods like Jupiter for ever in public and laugh at them for ever
 +in private. But when Julian treated Christianity as dead, he found it
 +had come to life again. He also found, incidentally, that there was not
 +the faintest sign of Jupiter ever coming to life again. This case of
 +Julian and the episode of Arianism is but the first of a series of
 +examples that can only be roughly indicated here. Arianism, as has been
 +said, had every human appearance of being the natural way in which that
 +particular superstition of Constantine might be expected to peter out.
 +All the ordinary stages had been passed through; the creed had become a
 +respectable thing, had become a ritual thing, had then been modified
 +into a rational thing; and the rationalists were ready to dissipate the
 +last remains of it, just as they do to-day. When Christianity rose again
 +suddenly and threw them, it was almost as unexpected as Christ rising
 +from the dead. But there are many other examples of the same thing, even
 +about the same time. The rush of missionaries from Ireland, for
 +instance, has all the air of an unexpected onslaught of young men on an
 +old<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_290" id="page_290">{290}</a></span> world, and even on a Church that showed signs of growing old. Some
 +of them were martyred on the coast of Cornwall; and the chief authority
 +on Cornish antiquities told me that he did not believe for a moment that
 +they were martyred by heathens but (as he expressed it with some humour)
 +‘by rather slack Christians.’</p>
 +
 +<p>Now if we were to dip below the surface of history, as it is not in the
 +scope of this argument to do, I suspect that we should find several
 +occasions when Christendom was thus to all appearance hollowed out from
 +within by doubt and indifference, so that only the old Christian shell
 +stood as the Pagan shell had stood so long. But the difference is that
 +in every such case, the sons were fanatical for the faith where the
 +fathers had been slack about it. This is obvious in the case of the
 +transition from the Renaissance to the Counter-Reformation. It is
 +obvious in the case of a transition from the eighteenth century to the
 +many Catholic revivals of our own time. But I suspect many other
 +examples which would be worthy of separate studies.</p>
 +
 +<p>The Faith is not a survival. It is not as if the Druids had managed
 +somehow to survive somewhere for two thousand years. That is what might
 +have happened in Asia or ancient Europe, in that indifference or
 +tolerance in which mythologies and philosophies could live for ever side
 +by side. It has not survived; it has returned again and again in this
 +western world of rapid change and institutions perpetually perishing.
 +Europe, in the tradition of Rome, was always trying revolution and
 +reconstruction; rebuilding a universal republic. And it always began by
 +rejecting this old stone and ended by making it the head of the corner;
 +by bringing it back from the rubbish-heap to make it the crown of the
 +capitol. Some stones of Stonehenge are standing and some are fallen; and
 +as the stone falleth so shall it lie. There has not been a Druidic
 +renaissance every<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_291" id="page_291">{291}</a></span> century or two, with the young Druids crowned with
 +fresh mistletoe, dancing in the sun on Salisbury Plain. Stonehenge has
 +not been rebuilt in every style of architecture from the rude round
 +Norman to the last rococo of the Baroque. The sacred place of the Druids
 +is safe from the vandalism of restoration.</p>
 +
 +<p>But the Church in the West was not in a world where things were too old
 +to die; but in one in which they were always young enough to get killed.
 +The consequence was that superficially and externally it often did get
 +killed; nay, it sometimes wore out even without getting killed. And
 +there follows a fact I find it somewhat difficult to describe, yet which
 +I believe to be very real and rather important. As a ghost is the shadow
 +of a man, and in that sense the shadow of life, so at intervals there
 +passed across this endless life a sort of shadow of death. It came at
 +the moment when it would have perished had it been perishable. It
 +withered away everything that was perishable. If such animal parallels
 +were worthy of the occasion, we might say that the snake shuddered and
 +shed a skin and went on, or even that the cat went into convulsions as
 +it lost only one of its nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine lives. It is truer
 +to say, in a more dignified image, that a clock struck and nothing
 +happened; or that a bell tolled for an execution that was everlastingly
 +postponed.</p>
 +
 +<p>What was the meaning of all that dim but vast unrest of the twelfth
 +century; when, as it has been so finely said, Julian stirred in his
 +sleep? Why did there appear so strangely early, in the twilight of dawn
 +after the Dark Ages, so deep a scepticism as that involved in urging
 +nominalism against realism? For realism against nominalism was really
 +realism against rationalism, or something more destructive than what we
 +call rationalism. The answer is that just as some might have thought the
 +Church simply a part of the Roman Empire, so others later might have
 +thought the Church only a part of the Dark<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_292" id="page_292">{292}</a></span> Ages. The Dark Ages ended as
 +the Empire had ended; and the Church should have departed with them, if
 +she had been also one of the shades of night. It was another of those
 +spectral deaths or simulations of death. I mean that if nominalism had
 +succeeded, it would have been as if Arianism had succeeded; it would
 +have been the beginning of a confession that Christianity had failed.
 +For nominalism is a far more fundamental scepticism than mere atheism.
 +Such was the question that was openly asked as the Dark Ages broadened
 +into that daylight that we call the modern world. But what was the
 +answer? The answer was Aquinas in the chair of Aristotle, taking all
 +knowledge for his province; and tens of thousands of lads, down to the
 +lowest ranks of peasant and serf, living in rags and on crusts about the
 +great colleges, to listen to the scholastic philosophy.</p>
 +
 +<p>What was the meaning of all that whisper of fear that ran round the West
 +under the shadow of Islam, and fills every old romance with incongruous
 +images of Saracen knights swaggering in Norway or the Hebrides? Why were
 +men in the extreme West, such as King John if I remember rightly,
 +accused of being secretly Moslems, as men are accused of being secretly
 +atheists? Why was there that fierce alarm among some of the authorities
 +about the rationalistic Arab version or Aristotle? Authorities are
 +seldom alarmed like that except when it is too late. The answer is that
 +hundreds of people probably believed in their hearts that Islam would
 +conquer Christendom; that Averroes was more rational than Anselm; that
 +the Saracen culture was really, as it was superficially, a superior
 +culture. Here again we should probably find a whole generation, the
 +older generation, very doubtful and depressed and weary. The coming of
 +Islam would only have been the coming of Unitarianism a thousand years
 +before its time. To many it may have seemed quite reasonable and quite
 +probable and quite likely to happen. If so, they would have<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_293" id="page_293">{293}</a></span> been
 +surprised at what did happen. What did happen was a roar like thunder
 +from thousands and thousands of young men, throwing all their youth into
 +one exultant counter-charge; the Crusades. It was the sons of St.
 +Francis, the Jugglers of God, wandering singing over all the roads of
 +the world; it was the Gothic going up like a flight of arrows; it was
 +the waking of the world. In considering the war of the Albigensians, we
 +come to the breach in the heart of Europe and the landslide of a new
 +philosophy that nearly ended Christendom for ever. In that case the new
 +philosophy was also a very new philosophy; it was pessimism. It was none
 +the less like modern ideas because it was as old as Asia; most modern
 +ideas are. It was the Gnostics returning; but why did the Gnostics
 +return? Because it was the end of an epoch, like the end of the Empire;
 +and should have been the end of the Church. It was Schopenhauer hovering
 +over the future; but it was also Manichaeus rising from the dead; that
 +men might have death and that they might have it more abundantly.</p>
 +
 +<p>It is rather more obvious in the case of the Renaissance, simply because
 +the period is so much nearer to us and people know so much more about
 +it. But there is more even in that example than most people know. Apart
 +from the particular controversies which I wish to reserve for a separate
 +study, the period was far more chaotic than those controversies commonly
 +imply. When Protestants call Latimer a martyr to Protestantism, and
 +Catholics reply that Campion was a martyr to Catholicism, it is often
 +forgotten that many perished in such persecutions who could only be
 +described as martyrs to atheism or anarchism or even diabolism. That
 +world was almost as wild as our own; the men wandering about in it
 +included the sort of man who says there is no God, the sort of man who
 +says he is himself God, the sort of man who says something that nobody
 +can make head or<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_294" id="page_294">{294}</a></span> tail of. If we could have the <i>conversation</i> of the
 +age following the Renaissance, we should probably be shocked by its
 +shameless negations. The remarks attributed to Marlowe are probably
 +pretty typical of the talk in many intellectual taverns. The transition
 +from Pre-Reformation to Post-Reformation Europe was through a void of
 +very yawning questions; yet again in the long run the answer was the
 +same. It was one of those moments when, as Christ walked on the water,
 +so was Christianity walking in the air.</p>
 +
 +<p>But all these cases are remote in date and could only be proved in
 +detail. We can see the fact much more clearly in the case when the
 +paganism of the Renaissance ended Christianity and Christianity
 +unaccountably began all over again. But we can see it most clearly of
 +all in the case which is close to us and full of manifest and minute
 +evidence; the case of the great decline of religion that began about the
 +time of Voltaire. For indeed it is our own case; and we ourselves have
 +seen the decline of that decline. The two hundred years since Voltaire
 +do not flash past us at a glance like the fourth and fifth centuries or
 +the twelfth and thirteenth centuries. In our own case we can see this
 +oft-repeated process close at hand; we know how completely a society can
 +lose its fundamental religion without abolishing its official religion;
 +we know how men can all become agnostics long before they abolish
 +bishops. And we know that also in this last ending, which really did
 +look to us like the final ending, the incredible thing has happened
 +again; the Faith has a better following among the young men than among
 +the old. When Ibsen spoke of the new generation knocking at the door, he
 +certainly never expected that it would be the church-door.</p>
 +
 +<p>At least five times, therefore, with the Arian and the Albigensian, with
 +the Humanist sceptic, after Voltaire and after Darwin, the Faith has to
 +all appearance gone to the dogs. In each of these five<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_295" id="page_295">{295}</a></span> cases it was the
 +dog that died. How complete was the collapse and how strange the
 +reversal, we can only see in detail in the case nearest to our own time.</p>
 +
 +<p>A thousand things have been said about the Oxford Movement and the
 +parallel French Catholic revival; but few have made us feel the simplest
 +fact about it; that it was a surprise. It was a puzzle as well as a
 +surprise; because it seemed to most people like a river turning
 +backwards from the sea and trying to climb back into the mountains. To
 +have read the literature of the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries is
 +to know that nearly everybody had come to take it for granted that
 +religion was a thing that would continually broaden like a river, till
 +it reached an infinite sea. Some of them expected it to go down in a
 +cataract of catastrophe, most of them expected it to widen into an
 +estuary of equality and moderation; but all of them thought its
 +returning on itself a prodigy as incredible as witchcraft. In other
 +words, most moderate people thought that faith like freedom would be
 +slowly broadened down; and some advanced people thought that it would be
 +very rapidly broadened down, not to say flattened out. All that world of
 +Guizot and Macaulay and the commercial and scientific liberality was
 +perhaps more certain than any men before or since about the direction in
 +which the world is going. People were so certain about the direction
 +that they only differed about the pace. Many anticipated with alarm, and
 +a few with sympathy, a Jacobin revolt that should guillotine the
 +Archbishop of Canterbury or a Chartist riot that should hang the parsons
 +on the lamp-posts. But it seemed like a convulsion in nature that the
 +Archbishop instead of losing his head should be looking for his mitre;
 +and that instead of diminishing the respect due to parsons we should
 +strengthen it to the respect due to priests. It revolutionised their
 +very vision of revolution; and turned their very topsyturvydom
 +topsy-turvy.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_296" id="page_296">{296}</a></span></p>
 +
 +<p>In short, the whole world being divided about whether the stream was
 +going slower or faster, became conscious of something vague but vast
 +that was going against the stream. Both in fact and figure there is
 +something deeply disturbing about this, and that for an essential
 +reason. A dead thing can go with the stream, but only a living thing can
 +go against it. A dead dog can be lifted on the leaping water with all
 +the swiftness of a leaping hound; but only a live dog can swim
 +backwards. A paper boat can ride the rising deluge with all the airy
 +arrogance of a fairy ship; but if the fairy ship sails upstream it is
 +really rowed by the fairies. And among the things that merely went with
 +the tide of apparent progress and enlargement, there was many a
 +demagogue or sophist whose wild gestures were in truth as lifeless as
 +the movement of a dead dog’s limbs wavering in the eddying water; and
 +many a philosophy uncommonly like a paper boat, of the sort that it is
 +not difficult to knock into a cocked hat. But even the truly living and
 +even life-giving things that went with that stream did not thereby prove
 +that they were living or life-giving. It was this other force that was
 +unquestionably and unaccountably alive; the mysterious and unmeasured
 +energy that was thrusting back the river. That was felt to be like the
 +movement of some great monster; and it was none the less clearly a
 +living monster because most people thought it a prehistoric monster. It
 +was none the less an unnatural, an incongruous, and to some a comic
 +upheaval; as if the Great Sea Serpent had suddenly risen out of the
 +Round Pond&mdash;unless we consider the Sea Serpent as more likely to live in
 +the Serpentine. This flippant element in the fantasy must not be missed,
 +for it was one of the clearest testimonies to the unexpected nature of
 +the reversal. That age did really feel that a preposterous quality in
 +prehistoric animals belonged also to historic rituals; that mitres and
 +tiaras were like the horns or crests of antediluvian creatures; and<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_297" id="page_297">{297}</a></span>
 +that appealing to a Primitive Church was like dressing up as a Primitive
 +Man.</p>
 +
 +<p>The world is still puzzled by that movement; but most of all because it
 +still moves. I have said something elsewhere of the rather random sort
 +of reproaches that are still directed against it and its much greater
 +consequences; it is enough to say here that the more such critics
 +reproach it the less they explain it. In a sense it is my concern here,
 +if not to explain it, at least to suggest the direction of the
 +explanation; but above all, it is my concern to point out one particular
 +thing about it. And that is that it had all happened before; and even
 +many times before.</p>
 +
 +<p>To sum up, in so far as it is true that recent centuries have seen an
 +attenuation of Christian doctrine, recent centuries have only seen what
 +the most remote centuries have seen. And even the modern example has
 +only ended as the medieval and pre-medieval examples ended. It is
 +already clear, and grows clearer every day, that it is not going to end
 +in the disappearance of the diminished creed; but rather in the return
 +of those parts of it that had really disappeared. It is going to end as
 +the Arian compromise ended, as the attempts at a compromise with
 +Nominalism and even with Albigensianism ended. But the point to seize in
 +the modern case, as in all the other cases, is that what returns is not
 +in that sense a simplified theology; not according to that view a
 +purified theology; it is simply theology. It is that enthusiasm for
 +theological studies that marked the most doctrinal ages; it is the
 +divine science. An old Don with D.D. after his name may have become the
 +typical figure of a bore; but that was because he was himself bored with
 +his theology, not because he was excited about it. It was precisely
 +because he was admittedly more interested in the Latin of Plautus than
 +in the Latin of Augustine, in the Greek of Xenophon than in the Greek of
 +Chrysostom. It was precisely because he was more interested in a<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_298" id="page_298">{298}</a></span> dead
 +tradition than in a decidedly living tradition. In short, it was
 +precisely because he was himself a type of the time in which Christian
 +faith was weak. It was not because men would not hail, if they could,
 +the wonderful and almost wild vision of a Doctor of Divinity.</p>
 +
 +<p>There are people who say they wish Christianity to remain as a spirit.
 +They mean, very literally, that they wish it to remain as a ghost. But
 +it is not going to remain as a ghost. What follows this process of
 +apparent death is not the lingering of the shade; it is the resurrection
 +of the body. These people are quite prepared to shed pious and
 +reverential tears over the Sepulchre of the Son of Man; what they are
 +not prepared for is the Son of God walking once more upon the hills of
 +morning. These people, and indeed most people, were indeed by this time
 +quite accustomed to the idea that the old Christian candle-light would
 +fade into the light of common day. To many of them it did quite honestly
 +appear like that pale yellow flame of a candle when it is left burning
 +in daylight. It was all the more unexpected, and therefore all the more
 +unmistakable, that the seven-branched candle-stick suddenly towered to
 +heaven like a miraculous tree and flamed until the sun turned pale. But
 +other ages have seen the day conquer the candle-light and then the
 +candle-light conquer the day. Again and again, before our time, men have
 +grown content with a diluted doctrine. And again and again there has
 +followed on that dilution, coming as out of the darkness in a crimson
 +cataract, the strength of the red original wine. And we only say once
 +more to-day as has been said many times by our fathers: ‘Long years and
 +centuries ago our fathers or the founders of our people drank, as they
 +dreamed, of the blood of God. Long years and centuries have passed since
 +the strength of that giant vintage has been anything but a legend of the
 +age of giants. Centuries ago already is the dark time<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_299" id="page_299">{299}</a></span> of the second
 +fermentation, when the wine of Catholicism turned into the vinegar of
 +Calvinism. Long since that bitter drink has been itself diluted; rinsed
 +out and washed away by the waters of oblivion and the wave of the world.
 +Never did we think to taste again even that bitter tang of sincerity and
 +the spirit, still less the richer and the sweeter strength of the purple
 +vineyards in our dreams of the age of gold. Day by day and year by year
 +we have lowered our hopes and lessened our convictions; we have grown
 +more and more used to seeing those vats and vineyards overwhelmed in the
 +water-floods and the last savour and suggestion of that special element
 +fading like a stain of purple upon a sea of grey. We have grown used to
 +dilution, to dissolution, to a watering down that went on for ever. But
 +Thou hast kept the good wine until now.’</p>
 +
 +<p>This is the final fact, and it is the most extraordinary of all. The
 +faith has not only often died but it has often died of old age. It has
 +not only been often killed but it has often died a natural death; in the
 +sense of coming to a natural and necessary end. It is obvious that it
 +has survived the most savage and the most universal persecutions from
 +the shock of the Diocletian fury to the shock of the French Revolution.
 +But it has a more strange and even a more weird tenacity; it has
 +survived not only war but peace. It has not only died often but
 +degenerated often and decayed often; it has survived its own weakness
 +and even its own surrender. We need not repeat what is so obvious about
 +the beauty of the end of Christ in its wedding of youth and death. But
 +this is almost as if Christ had lived to the last possible span, had
 +been a white-haired sage of a hundred and died of natural decay, and
 +then had risen again rejuvenated, with trumpets and the rending of the
 +sky. It was said truly enough that human Christianity in its recurrent
 +weakness was sometimes too much wedded to the powers of the world; but
 +if it<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_300" id="page_300">{300}</a></span> was wedded it has very often been widowed. It is a strangely
 +immortal sort of widow. An enemy may have said at one moment that it was
 +but an aspect of the power of the Caesars; and it sounds as strange
 +to-day as to call it an aspect of the Pharaohs. An enemy might say that
 +it was the official faith of feudalism; and it sounds as convincing now
 +as to say that it was bound to perish with the ancient Roman villa. All
 +these things did indeed run their course to its normal end; and there
 +seemed no course for the religion but to end with them. It ended and it
 +began again.</p>
 +
 +<p>‘Heaven and earth shall pass away, but my words shall not pass away.’
 +The civilisation of antiquity was the whole world: and men no more
 +dreamed of its ending than of the ending of daylight. They could not
 +imagine another order unless it were in another world. The civilisation
 +of the world has passed away and those words have not passed away. In
 +the long night of the Dark Ages feudalism was so familiar a thing that
 +no man could imagine himself without a lord: and religion was so woven
 +into that network that no man would have believed they could be torn
 +asunder. Feudalism itself was torn to rags and rotted away in the
 +popular life of the true Middle Ages; and the first and freshest power
 +in that new freedom was the old religion. Feudalism had passed away, and
 +the words did not pass away. The whole medieval order, in many ways so
 +complete and almost cosmic a home for man, wore out gradually in its
 +turn: and here at least it was thought that the words would die. They
 +went forth across the radiant abyss of the Renaissance and in fifty
 +years were using all its light and learning for new religious
 +foundations, new apologetics, new saints. It was supposed to have been
 +withered up at last in the dry light of the Age of Reason; it was
 +supposed to have disappeared ultimately in the earthquake of the Age of
 +Revolution. Science explained it away; and it<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_301" id="page_301">{301}</a></span> was still there. History
 +disinterred it in the past; and it appeared suddenly in the future.
 +To-day it stands once more in our path; and even as we watch it, it
 +grows.</p>
 +
 +<p>If our social relations and records retain their continuity, if men
 +really learn to apply reason to the accumulating facts of so crushing a
 +story, it would seem that sooner or later even its enemies will learn
 +from their incessant and interminable disappointments not to look for
 +anything so simple as its death. They may continue to war with it, but
 +it will be as they war with nature; as they war with the landscape, as
 +they war with the skies. ‘Heaven and earth shall pass away, but my words
 +shall not pass away.’ They will watch for it to stumble; they will watch
 +for it to err; they will no longer watch for it to end. Insensibly, even
 +unconsciously, they will in their own silent anticipations fulfil the
 +relative terms of that astounding prophecy; they will forget to watch
 +for the mere extinction of what has so often been vainly extinguished;
 +and will learn instinctively to look first for the coming of the comet
 +or the freezing of the star.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_302" id="page_302">{302}</a></span></p>
 +
 +<h3><a name="CONCLUSION" id="CONCLUSION"></a>CONCLUSION<br /><br />
 +THE SUMMARY OF THIS BOOK</h3>
 +
 +<p class="nind"><span class="smcap">I have</span> taken the liberty once or twice of borrowing the excellent phrase
 +about an Outline of History; though this study of a special truth and a
 +special error can of course claim no sort of comparison with the rich
 +and many-sided encyclopedia of history, for which that name was chosen.
 +And yet there is a certain reason in the reference; and a sense in which
 +the one thing touches and even cuts across the other. For the story of
 +the world as told by Mr. Wells could here only be criticised as an
 +outline. And, strangely enough, it seems to me that it is only wrong as
 +an outline. It is admirable as an accumulation of history; it is
 +splendid as a storehouse or treasury of history; it is a fascinating
 +disquisition on history; it is most attractive as an amplification of
 +history; but it is quite false as an outline of history. The one thing
 +that seems to me quite wrong about it is the outline; the sort of
 +outline that can really be a single line, like that which makes all the
 +difference between a caricature of the profile of Mr. Winston Churchill
 +and of Sir Alfred Mond. In simple and homely language, I mean the things
 +that stick out; the things that make the simplicity of a silhouette. I
 +think the proportions are wrong; the proportions of what is certain as
 +compared with what is uncertain, of what played a great part as compared
 +with what played a smaller part, of what is ordinary and what is
 +extraordinary, of what really lies level with an average and what stands
 +out as an exception.</p>
 +
 +<p>I do not say it as a small criticism of a great writer,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_303" id="page_303">{303}</a></span> and I have no
 +reason to do so; for in my own much smaller task I feel I have failed in
 +very much the same way. I am very doubtful whether I have conveyed to
 +the reader the main point I meant about the proportions of history, and
 +why I have dwelt so much more on some things than others. I doubt
 +whether I have clearly fulfilled the plan that I set out in the
 +introductory chapter; and for that reason I add these lines as a sort of
 +summary in a concluding chapter. I do believe that the things on which I
 +have insisted are more essential to an outline of history than the
 +things which I have subordinated or dismissed. I do not believe that the
 +past is most truly pictured as a thing in which humanity merely fades
 +away into nature, or civilisation merely fades away into barbarism, or
 +religion fades away into mythology, or our own religion fades away into
 +the religions of the world. In short I do not believe that the best way
 +to produce an outline of history is to rub out the lines. I believe
 +that, of the two, it would be far nearer the truth to tell the tale very
 +simply, like a primitive myth about a man who made the sun and stars or
 +a god who entered the body of a sacred monkey. I will therefore sum up
 +all that has gone before in what seems to me a realistic and reasonably
 +proportioned statement; the short story of mankind.</p>
 +
 +<p>In the land lit by that neighbouring star, whose blaze is the broad
 +daylight, there are many and very various things, motionless and moving.
 +There moves among them a race that is in its relation to the others a
 +race of gods. The fact is not lessened but emphasised because it can
 +behave like a race of demons. Its distinction is not an individual
 +illusion, like one bird pluming itself on its own plumes; it is a solid
 +and a many-sided thing. It is demonstrated in the very speculations that
 +have led to its being denied. That men, the gods of this lower world,
 +are linked with it in various ways is true; but it is another aspect of
 +the same truth. That they grow as the grass grows<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_304" id="page_304">{304}</a></span> and walk as the
 +beasts walk is a secondary necessity that sharpens the primary
 +distinction. It is like saying that a magician must after all have the
 +appearance of a man; or that even the fairies could not dance without
 +feet. It has lately been the fashion to focus the mind entirely on these
 +mild and subordinate resemblances and to forget the main fact
 +altogether. It is customary to insist that man resembles the other
 +creatures. Yes; and that very resemblance he alone can see. The fish
 +does not trace the fish-bone pattern in the fowls of the air; or the
 +elephant and the emu compare skeletons. Even in the sense in which man
 +is at one with the universe it is an utterly lonely universality. The
 +very sense that he is united with all things is enough to sunder him
 +from all.</p>
 +
 +<p>Looking around him by this unique light, as lonely as the literal flame
 +that he alone has kindled, this demigod or demon of the visible world
 +makes that world visible. He sees around him a world of a certain style
 +or type. It seems to proceed by certain rules or at least repetitions.
 +He sees a green architecture that builds itself without visible hands;
 +but which builds itself into a very exact plan or pattern, like a design
 +already drawn in the air by an invisible finger. It is not, as is now
 +vaguely suggested, a vague thing. It is not a growth or a groping of
 +blind life. Each seeks an end; a glorious and radiant end, even for
 +every daisy or dandelion we see in looking across the level of a common
 +field. In the very shape of things there is more than green growth;
 +there is the finality of the flower. It is a world of crowns. This
 +impression, whether or no it be an illusion, has so profoundly
 +influenced this race of thinkers and masters of the material world, that
 +the vast majority have been moved to take a certain view of that world.
 +They have concluded, rightly or wrongly, that the world had a plan as
 +the tree seemed to have a plan; and an end and crown like the flower.
 +But so long as the race of thinkers was able<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_305" id="page_305">{305}</a></span> to think, it was obvious
 +that the admission of this idea of a plan brought with it another
 +thought more thrilling and even terrible. There was some one else, some
 +strange and unseen being, who had designed these things, if indeed they
 +were designed. There was a stranger who was also a friend; a mysterious
 +benefactor who had been before them and built up the woods and hills for
 +their coming, and had kindled the sunrise against their rising, as a
 +servant kindles a fire. Now this idea of a mind that gives a meaning to
 +the universe has received more and more confirmation within the minds of
 +men, by meditations and experiences much more subtle and searching than
 +any such argument about the external plan of the world. But I am
 +concerned here with keeping the story in its most simple and even
 +concrete terms; and it is enough to say here that most men, including
 +the wisest men, have come to the conclusion that the world has such a
 +final purpose and therefore such a first cause. But most men in some
 +sense separated themselves from the wisest men, when it came to the
 +treatment of that idea. There came into existence two ways of treating
 +that idea; which between them make up most of the religious history of
 +the world.</p>
 +
 +<p>The majority, like the minority, had this strong sense of a second
 +meaning in things; of a strange master who knew the secret of the world.
 +But the majority, the mob or mass of men, naturally tended to treat it
 +rather in the spirit of gossip. The gossip, like all gossip, contained a
 +great deal of truth and falsehood. The world began to tell itself tales
 +about the unknown being or his sons or servants or messengers. Some of
 +the tales may truly be called old wives’ tales; as professing only to be
 +very remote memories of the morning of the world; myths about the baby
 +moon or the half-baked mountains. Some of them might more truly be
 +called travellers’ tales; as being curious but contemporary tales
 +brought from certain borderlands of experience; such as miraculous<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_306" id="page_306">{306}</a></span>
 +cures or those that bring whispers of what has happened to the dead.
 +Many of them are probably true tales; enough of them are probably true
 +to keep a person of real common sense more or less conscious that there
 +really is something rather marvellous behind the cosmic curtain. But in
 +a sense it is only going by appearances; even if the appearances are
 +called apparitions. It is a matter of appearances&mdash;and disappearances.
 +At the most these gods are ghosts; that is, they are glimpses. For most
 +of us they are rather gossip about glimpses. And for the rest, the whole
 +world is full of rumours, most of which are almost avowedly romances.
 +The great majority of the tales about gods and ghosts and the invisible
 +king are told, if not for the sake of the tale, at least for the sake of
 +the topic. They are evidence of the eternal interest of the theme; they
 +are not evidence of anything else, and they are not meant to be. They
 +are mythology, or the poetry that is not bound in books&mdash;or bound in any
 +other way.</p>
 +
 +<p>Meanwhile the minority, the sages or thinkers, had withdrawn apart and
 +had taken up an equally congenial trade. They were drawing up plans of
 +the world; of the world which all believed to have a plan. They were
 +trying to set forth the plan seriously and to scale. They were setting
 +their minds directly to the mind that had made the mysterious world;
 +considering what sort of a mind it might be and what its ultimate
 +purpose might be. Some of them made that mind much more impersonal than
 +mankind has generally made it; some simplified it almost to a blank; a
 +few, a very few, doubted it altogether. One or two of the more morbid
 +fancied that it might be evil and an enemy; just one or two of the more
 +degraded in the other class worshipped demons instead of gods. But most
 +of these theorists were theists: and they not only saw a moral plan in
 +nature, but they generally laid down a moral plan for humanity. Most of
 +them were good men who did good work: and they were remembered and
 +rever<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_307" id="page_307">{307}</a></span>enced in various ways. They were scribes; and their scriptures
 +became more or less holy scriptures. They were law-givers; and their
 +tradition became not only legal but ceremonial. We may say that they
 +received divine honours, in the sense in which kings and great captains
 +in certain countries often received divine honours. In a word, wherever
 +the other popular spirit, the spirit of legend and gossip, could come
 +into play, it surrounded them with the more mystical atmosphere of the
 +myths. Popular poetry turned the sages into saints. But that was all it
 +did. They remained themselves; men never really forgot that they were
 +men, only made into gods in the sense that they were made into heroes.
 +Divine Plato, like Divus Caesar, was a title and not a dogma. In Asia,
 +where the atmosphere was more mythological, the man was made to look
 +more like a myth, but he remained a man. He remained a man of a certain
 +special class or school of men, receiving and deserving great honour
 +from mankind. It is the order or school of the philosophers; the men who
 +have set themselves seriously to trace the order across any apparent
 +chaos in the vision of life. Instead of living on imaginative rumours
 +and remote traditions and the tail-end of exceptional experiences about
 +the mind and meaning behind the world, they have tried in a sense to
 +project the primary purpose of that mind <i>a priori</i>. They have tried to
 +put on paper a possible plan of the world; almost as if the world were
 +not yet made.</p>
 +
 +<p>Right in the middle of all these things stands up an enormous exception.
 +It is quite unlike anything else. It is a thing final like the trump of
 +doom, though it is also a piece of good news; or news that seems too
 +good to be true. It is nothing less than the loud assertion that this
 +mysterious maker of the world has visited his world in person. It
 +declares that really and even recently, or right in the middle of
 +historic times, there did walk into the world this original invisible
 +being; about whom the thinkers make theories and the mythologists hand
 +down myths;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_308" id="page_308">{308}</a></span> the Man Who Made the World. That such a higher personality
 +exists behind all things had indeed always been implied by all the best
 +thinkers, as well as by all the most beautiful legends. But nothing of
 +this sort had ever been implied in any of them. It is simply false to
 +say that the other sages and heroes had claimed to be that mysterious
 +master and maker, of whom the world had dreamed and disputed. Not one of
 +them had ever claimed to be anything of the sort. Not one of their sects
 +or schools had ever claimed that they had claimed to be anything of the
 +sort. The most that any religious prophet had said was that he was the
 +true servant of such a being. The most that any visionary had ever said
 +was that men might catch glimpses of the glory of that spiritual being;
 +or much more often of lesser spiritual beings. The most that any
 +primitive myth had ever suggested was that the Creator was present at
 +the Creation. But that the Creator was present at scenes a little
 +subsequent to the supper-parties of Horace, and talked with
 +tax-collectors and government officials in the detailed daily life of
 +the Roman Empire, and that this fact continued to be firmly asserted by
 +the whole of that great civilisation for more than a thousand
 +years&mdash;that is something utterly unlike anything else in nature. It is
 +the one great startling statement that man has made since he spoke his
 +first articulate word, instead of barking like a dog. Its unique
 +character can be used as an argument against it as well as for it. It
 +would be easy to concentrate on it as a case of isolated insanity; but
 +it makes nothing but dust and nonsense of comparative religion.</p>
 +
 +<p>It came on the world with a wind and rush of running messengers
 +proclaiming that apocalyptic portent; and it is not unduly fanciful to
 +say they are running still. What puzzles the world, and its wise
 +philosophers and fanciful pagan poets, about the priests and people of
 +the Catholic Church is that they still behave as if they were
 +messengers. A messenger does not dream about what his message might be,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_309" id="page_309">{309}</a></span>
 +or argue about what it probably would be; he delivers it as it is. It is
 +not a theory or a fancy but a fact. It is not relevant to this
 +intentionally rudimentary outline to prove in detail that it is a fact;
 +but merely to point out that these messengers do deal with it as men
 +deal with a fact. All that is condemned in Catholic tradition,
 +authority, and dogmatism and the refusal to retract and modify, are but
 +the natural human attributes of a man with a message relating to a fact.
 +I desire to avoid in this last summary all the controversial
 +complexities that may once more cloud the simple lines of that strange
 +story; which I have already called, in words that are much too weak, the
 +strangest story in the world. I desire merely to mark those main lines
 +and specially to mark where the great line is really to be drawn. The
 +religion of the world, in its right proportions, is not divided into
 +fine shades of mysticism or more or less rational forms of mythology. It
 +is divided by the line between the men who are bringing that message and
 +the men who have not yet heard it, or cannot yet believe it.</p>
 +
 +<p>But when we translate the terms of that strange tale back into the more
 +concrete and complicated terminology of our time, we find it covered by
 +names and memories of which the very familiarity is a falsification. For
 +instance, when we say that a country contains so many Moslems, we really
 +mean that it contains so many monotheists; and we really mean, by that,
 +that it contains so many men; men with the old average assumption of
 +men&mdash;that the invisible ruler remains invisible. They hold it along with
 +the customs of a certain culture and under the simpler laws of a certain
 +law-giver; but so they would if their law-giver were Lycurgus or Solon.
 +They testify to something which is a necessary and noble truth; but was
 +never a new truth. Their creed is not a new colour; it is the neutral
 +and normal tint that is the background of the many-coloured life of man.
 +Mahomet did not, like the Magi, find a new star; he saw through his own
 +particular<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_310" id="page_310">{310}</a></span> window a glimpse of the great grey field of the ancient
 +starlight. So when we say that the country contains so many Confucians
 +or Buddhists, we mean that it contains so many Pagans whose prophets
 +have given them another and rather vaguer version of the invisible
 +power; making it not only invisible but almost impersonal. When we say
 +that they also have temples and idols and priests and periodical
 +festivals, we simply mean that this sort of heathen is enough of a human
 +being to admit the popular element of pomp and pictures and feasts and
 +fairy-tales. We only mean that Pagans have more sense than Puritans. But
 +what the gods are supposed to <i>be</i>, what the priests are commissioned to
 +<i>say</i>, is not a sensational secret like what those running messengers of
 +the Gospel had to say. Nobody else except those messengers has any
 +Gospel; nobody else has any good news; for the simple reason that nobody
 +else has any news.</p>
 +
 +<p>Those runners gather impetus as they run. Ages afterwards they still
 +speak as if something had just happened. They have not lost the speed
 +and momentum of messengers; they have hardly lost, as it were, the wild
 +eyes of witnesses. In the Catholic Church, which is the cohort of the
 +message, there are still those headlong acts of holiness that speak of
 +something rapid and recent; a self-sacrifice that startles the world
 +like a suicide. But it is not a suicide; it is not pessimistic; it is
 +still as optimistic as St. Francis of the flowers and birds. It is newer
 +in spirit than the newest schools of thought; and it is almost certainly
 +on the eve of new triumphs. For these men serve a mother who seems to
 +grow more beautiful as new generations rise up and call her blessed. We
 +might sometimes fancy that the Church grows younger as the world grows
 +old.</p>
 +
 +<p>For this is the last proof of the miracle; that something so
 +supernatural should have become so natural. I mean that anything so
 +unique when seen from the outside should only seem universal when seen
 +from the inside. I have not minimised the scale<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_311" id="page_311">{311}</a></span> of the miracle, as some
 +of our milder theologians think it wise to do. Rather have I
 +deliberately dwelt on that incredible interruption, as a blow that broke
 +the very backbone of history. I have great sympathy with the
 +monotheists, the Moslems, or the Jews, to whom it seems a blasphemy; a
 +blasphemy that might shake the world. But it did not shake the world; it
 +steadied the world. That fact, the more we consider it, will seem more
 +solid and more strange. I think it a piece of plain justice to all the
 +unbelievers to insist upon the audacity of the act of faith that is
 +demanded of them. I willingly and warmly agree that it is, in itself, a
 +suggestion at which we might expect even the brain of the believer to
 +reel, when he realised his own belief. But the brain of the believer
 +does not reel; it is the brains of the unbelievers that reel. We can see
 +their brains reeling on every side and into every extravagance of ethics
 +and psychology; into pessimism and the denial of life; into pragmatism
 +and the denial of logic; seeking their omens in nightmares and their
 +canons in contradictions; shrieking for fear at the far-off sight of
 +things beyond good and evil, or whispering of strange stars where two
 +and two make five. Meanwhile this solitary thing that seems at first so
 +outrageous in outline remains solid and sane in substance. It remains
 +the moderator of all these manias; rescuing reason from the Pragmatists
 +exactly as it rescued laughter from the Puritans. I repeat that I have
 +deliberately emphasised its intrinsically defiant and dogmatic
 +character. The mystery is how anything so startling should have remained
 +defiant and dogmatic and yet become perfectly normal and natural. I have
 +admitted freely that, considering the incident in itself, a man who says
 +he is God may be classed with a man who says he is glass. But the man
 +who says he is glass is not a glazier making windows for all the world.
 +He does not remain for after ages as a shining and crystalline figure,
 +in whose light everything is as clear as crystal.</p>
 +
 +<p>But this madness has remained sane. The madness<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_312" id="page_312">{312}</a></span> has remained sane when
 +everything else went mad. The madhouse has been a house to which, age
 +after age, men are continually coming back as to a home. That is the
 +riddle that remains; that anything so abrupt and abnormal should still
 +be found a habitable and hospitable thing. I care not if the sceptic
 +says it is a tall story; I cannot see how so toppling a tower could
 +stand so long without foundation. Still less can I see how it could
 +become, as it has become, the home of man. Had it merely appeared and
 +disappeared, it might possibly have been remembered or explained as the
 +last leap of the rage of illusion, the ultimate myth of the ultimate
 +mood, in which the mind struck the sky and broke. But the mind did not
 +break. It is the one mind that remains unbroken in the break-up of the
 +world. If it were an error, it seems as if the error could hardly have
 +lasted a day. If it were a mere ecstasy, it would seem that such an
 +ecstasy could not endure for an hour. It has endured for nearly two
 +thousand years; and the world within it has been more lucid, more
 +levelheaded, more reasonable in its hopes, more healthy in its
 +instincts, more humorous and cheerful in the face of fate and death,
 +than all the world outside. For it was the soul of Christendom that came
 +forth from the incredible Christ; and the soul of it was common sense.
 +Though we dared not look on His face we could look on His fruits; and by
 +His fruits we should know Him. The fruits are solid and the fruitfulness
 +is much more than a metaphor; and nowhere in this sad world are boys
 +happier in apple-trees, or men in more equal chorus singing as they
 +tread the vine, than under the fixed flash of this instant and
 +intolerant enlightenment; the lightning made eternal as the light.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_313" id="page_313">{313}</a></span></p>
 +
 +<h2><a name="APPENDIX_I" id="APPENDIX_I"></a>APPENDIX I<br /><br />
 +ON PREHISTORIC MAN</h2>
 +
 +<p class="nind"><span class="smcap">In</span> a sense it would be better if history were more superficial. What is
 +wanted is a reminder of the things that are seen so quickly that they
 +are forgotten almost as quickly. The one moral of this book, in a manner
 +of speaking, is that first thoughts are best. So a flash might reveal a
 +landscape; with the Eiffel Tower or the Matterhorn standing up in it as
 +they would never stand up again in the light of common day. I ended the
 +book with an image of everlasting lightning; in a very different sense,
 +alas, this little flash has lasted only too long. But the method has
 +also certain practical disadvantages upon which I think it well to add
 +these two notes. It may seem to simplify too much and to ignore out of
 +ignorance. I feel this especially in the passage about the prehistoric
 +pictures; which is not concerned with all that the learned may learn
 +from prehistoric pictures, but with the single point of what anybody
 +could learn from there being any prehistoric pictures at all. I am
 +conscious that this attempt to express it in terms of innocence may
 +exaggerate even my own ignorance. Without any pretence of scientific
 +research, I should be sorry to have it thought that I knew no more than
 +I had occasion to say in that passage of the stages into which primitive
 +humanity has been divided. I am aware, of course, that the story is
 +elaborately stratified; and that there were many such stages before the
 +Cro-Magnan or any peoples with whom we associate such pictures. Indeed
 +recent studies about the Neanderthal and other races rather tend to
 +repeat the moral that is here most relevant. The notion, noted in these
 +pages, of something necessarily slow or late in the development of
 +religion will gain little indeed from these later revelations about the
 +precursors of the reindeer picture-maker. The learned appear to hold
 +that, whether the reindeer picture could be religious or not, the people
 +that lived before it were religious already. Men were already burying
 +their dead with the care that is the<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_314" id="page_314">{314}</a></span> significant sign of mystery and
 +hope. This obviously brings us back to the same argument; an argument
 +that is not approached by any measurement of the earlier man’s skull. It
 +is little use to compare the head of the man with the head of the
 +monkey, if it certainly has never come into the head of the monkey to
 +bury another monkey with nuts in his grave to help him towards a
 +heavenly monkey-house. Talking of skulls, we all know the story of the
 +finding of a Cro-Magnan skull that is much larger and finer than a
 +modern skull. It is a very funny story; because an eminent evolutionist,
 +awakening to a somewhat belated caution, protested against anything
 +being inferred from one specimen. It is the duty of a solitary skull to
 +prove that our fathers were our inferiors. Any solitary skull presuming
 +to prove that they were superior is felt to be suffering from swelled
 +head.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_315" id="page_315">{315}</a></span></p>
 +
 +<h2><a name="APPENDIX_II" id="APPENDIX_II"></a>APPENDIX II<br /><br />
 +ON AUTHORITY AND ACCURACY</h2>
 +
 +<p class="nind"><span class="smcap">In</span> this book, which is merely meant as a popular criticism of popular
 +fallacies, often indeed of very vulgar errors, I feel that I have
 +sometimes given an impression of scoffing at serious scientific work. It
 +was, however, the very reverse of my intention. I am not arguing with
 +the scientist who explains the elephant, but only with the sophist who
 +explains it away. And as a matter of fact the sophist plays to the
 +gallery, as he did in ancient Greece. He appeals to the ignorant,
 +especially when he appeals to the learned. But I never meant my own
 +criticism to be an impertinence to the truly learned. We all owe an
 +infinite debt to the researches, especially the recent researches, of
 +single-minded students in these matters; and I have only professed to
 +pick up things here and there from them. I have not loaded my abstract
 +argument with quotations and references, which only make a man look more
 +learned than he is; but in some cases I find that my own loose fashion
 +of allusion is rather misleading about my own meaning. The passage about
 +Chaucer and the Child Martyr is badly expressed; I only mean that the
 +English poet probably had in mind the English saint; of whose story he
 +gives a sort of foreign version. In the same way two statements in the
 +chapter on Mythology follow each other in such a way that it may seem to
 +be suggested that the second story about Monotheism refers to the
 +Southern Seas. I may explain that Atahocan belongs not to Australasian
 +but to American savages. So in the chapter called ‘The Antiquity of
 +Civilisation,’ which I feel to be the most unsatisfactory, I have given
 +my own impression of the meaning of the development of Egyptian monarchy
 +too much, perhaps, as if it were identical with the facts on which it
 +was founded, as given in works like those of Professor J. L. Myres. But
 +the confusion was not intentional; still less was there any intention to
 +imply, in the remainder of<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_316" id="page_316">{316}</a></span> the chapter, that the anthropological
 +speculations about races are less valuable than they undoubtedly are. My
 +criticism is strictly relative; I may say that the Pyramids are plainer
 +than the tracks of the desert, without denying that wiser men than I may
 +see tracks in what is to me the trackless sand.</p>
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