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mind because they exhibit an absence of design。 There is no
idea in them。
They have no shape； form； grace； or purpose； they call up a vague sense of
chaos； chaos which the mind revolts from。 It
would be a relief to the thought if they ceased to be； and
utterly disappeared from the sea。 They are not inimical of
intent towards man； not even the shark； but there the shark is；
and that is enough。 These miserably hideous things of the sea
are not anti…human in the sense of persecution； they are outside； they are
ultra and beyond。 It is like looking into
chaos； and it is vivid because these creatures； interred alive a
hundred fathoms deep； are seldom seen； so that the mind sees
them as if only that moment they had come into existence。 Use
has not habituated it to them； so that their anti…human character is at once
apparent； and stares at us with glassy eye。
But it is the same in reality with the creatures on the earth。
There are some of these even now to which use has not accus…
tomed the mind。 Such； for instance； as the toad。 At its
shapeless shape appearing in an unexpected corner many people
start and exclaim。 They are aware that they shall receive no
injury from it； yet it affrights them； it sends a shock to the
mind。 The reason lies in its obviously anti…human character。
All the designless； formless chaos of chance…directed matter；
without idea or human plan； squats there embodied in the
pathway。 By watching the creature； and convincing the mind
from observation that it is harmless； and even has uses； the
horror wears away。 But still remains the form to which the
mind can never reconcile itself。 Carved in wood it is still
repellent。
Or suddenly there is a rustle like a faint hiss in the grass；
and a green snake glides over the bank。 The breath in the
chest seems to lose its vitality； for an instant the nerves
refuse to transmit the force of life。 The gliding yellow…streaked worm is so
utterly opposed to the ever present Idea in the mind。 Custom may reduce the
horror； but no long pondering can ever bring that creature within the pale
of the human Idea。 These are so distinctly opposite and anti…human that
thousands of years have not sufficed to soften their outline。 Various
insects and creeping creatures excite the same sense in lesser degrees。
Animals and birds in general do not。 The tiger is dreaded； but causes no
disgust。 The exception is in those that feed on offal。 Horses and dogs we
love； we not only do not recognise anything opposite in them； we come to
love them。
They are useful to us； they show more or less sympathy with us；
they possess； especially the horse； a certain grace of movement。
A gloss； as it were； is thrown over them by these attributes and
by familiarity。 The shape of the horse to the eye has become
conventional： it is accepted。 Yet the horse is not in any
sense human。 Could we look at it suddenly； without previous
acquaintance； as at strange fishes in a tank； the ultra…human
character of the horse would be apparent。 It is the curves of
the neck and body that carry the horse past without adverse
comment。 Examine the hind legs in detail； and the curious
backward motion； the shape and anti…human curves become apparent。
Dogs take us by their intelligence； but they have no hand； pass
the hand over the dog's head； and the shape of the skull to the
sense of feeling is almost as repellent as the form of the toad
to the sense of sight。 We have gradually gathered around us all
the creatures that are less markedly anti…human； horses and dogs
and birds； but they are still themselves。 They originally
existed like the wheat； for themselves； we utilise them； but they are not of
us。
There is nothing human in any living animal。 All nature； the universe as far
as we see； is anti… or ultra…human； outside； and has no concern with man。
These things are unnatural to him。 By no course of reasoning； however
tortuous； can nature and the universe be fitted to the mind。 Nor can the
mind be fitted to the cosmos。 My mind cannot be twisted to it； I am separate
altogether from these designless things。 The soul cannot be wrested down to
them。 The laws of nature are of no importance to it。 I refuse to be bound by
the laws of the tides； nor am I so bound。 Though bodily swung round on this
rotating globe； my mind always remains in the centre。 No tidal law； no
rotation； no gravitation can control my thought。
Centuries of thought have failed to reconcile and fit the mind
to the universe； which is designless； and purposeless； and
without idea。 I will not endeavour to fit my thought to it any longer； I
find and believe myself to be distinctseparate； and I will labour in
earnest to obtain the highest culture for myself。 As these natural things
have no connection with man； it follows again that the natural is the
strange and mysterious； and the supernatural the natural。
There being nothing human in nature or the universe； and all
things being ultra…human and without design； shape； or purpose；
I conclude that； no deity has anything to do with nature。
There is no god in nature； nor in any matter anywhere； either
in the clods on the earth or in the composition of the stars。
For what we understand by the deity is the purest form of Idea；
of Mind； and no mind is exhibited in these。 That which
controls them is distinct altogether from deity。 It is not
force in the sense of electricity； nor a deity as god； nor a
spirit； not even an intelligence； but a power quite different to anything
yet imagined。 I cease； therefore； to look for deity in nature or the cosmos
at large； or to trace any marks of divine handiwork。 I search for traces of
this force which is not god； and is certainly not the higher than deity of
whom I have written。 It is a force without a mind。 I wish to indicate
something more subtle than electricity； but absolutely devoid of
consciousness； and with no more feeling than the force which liftsthe tides。
Next； in human affairs； in the relations of man with man； in the
conduct of life； in the events that occur； in human affairs
generally everything happens by chance。 No prudence in conduct；
no wisdom or foresight can effect anything； for the most trivial
circumstance will upset the deepest plan of the wisest mind。 As
Xenophon observed in old times； wisdom is like casting dice and
determining your course by the number that appears。 Virtue； humanity； the
best and most beautiful conduct is wholly in vain。 The history of thousands
of years demonstrates it。 In all these years there is no more moving
instance on record than that of Danae； when she was dragged to the
precipice； two thousand years ago。 Sophron was governor of Ephesus； and
Laodice plotted to assassinate him。 Danae discovered the plot；and warned
Sophron； who fled； and saved his life。 Laodicethe murderess in intenthad
Danae seized and cast from a cliff。 On the verge Danae said that some
persons despised the deity； and they might now prove the justice of their
contempt by her fate。 For having saved the man who was to her as a husband；
she was rewarded in this way with cruel death by the deity； but Laodice was
advanced to honour。 The bitterness of these words remains to this hour。
In truth the deity； if responsible for such a thing； or for
similar things which occur now； should be despised。 One must
always despise the fatuous belief in such a deity。 But as
everything in human affairs obviously happens by chance； it is
clear that no deity is responsible。 If the deity guides chance
in that manner； then let the deity be despised。 Apparently the
deity does not interfere； and all things happen by chance。 I
cease； therefore； to look for traces of the deity in life；
because no such traces exist。
I conclude that there is an existence； a something higher than
soulhigher； better； and more perfect than deity。 Earnestly I
pray to find this something better than a god。 There is something superior；
higher；more good。 For this I search； labour； think； and pray。 If after all
there be nothing； and my soul has to go out like a flame； yet even then I
have thought this while it lives。 With the whole force of my existence； with
the whole force of my thought； mind； and soul； I pray to find this Highest
Soul； this greater than deity； this better than god。 Give me to live the
deepest soul…life now and always with this Soul。 For want of words I write
soul； but I think that it is something beyond soul。
CHAPTER V
IT is not possible to narrate these incidents of the mind in
strict order。 I must now return to a period earlier than
anything already narrated； and pass in review other phases of my
search from then up till recently。 So long since that I have
forgotten the date； I used every morning to visit a spot where I
could get a clear view of the east。 Immediately on rising I
went out to some elms； thence I could see across the dewy fields
to the distant hill over or near which the sun rose。 These elms partially
hid me； for at that time I had a dislike to being seen； feeling that I
should be despised if I was noticed。 This happened once or twice； and I knew
I was watched contemptuously；
though no one had the least idea of my object。 But I went
every morning；