Ardath - Marie Corelli (love story novels in english .txt) 📗

to be one,—nay, he made pretence to be one,—but throughout his poems we hear the voice of his inner and better self appealing to that Divinity and Eternity which, in spite of the material part of him, he instinctively felt existent in his own being. I repeat, poet as your WERE, and poet as you will be again when the clouds on your mind are cleared,—

you present the strange, but not uncommon spectacle of an Immortal Spirit fighting to disprove its own Immortality. In a word, you will not believe in the Soul.”

 

“I cannot!” said Alwyn, with a hopeless gesture.

 

“Why?”

 

“Science can give us no positive proof of its existence; it cannot be defined.”

 

“What do you mean by Science?” demanded Heliobas. “The foot of the mountain, at which men now stand, grovelling and uncertain how to climb? or the glittering summit itself which touches God’s throne?”

 

Alwyn made no answer.

 

“Tell me,” pursued Heliobas, “how do you define the vital principle? What mysterious agency sets the heart beating and the blood flowing? By the small porter’s lantern of to-day’s so-called Science, will you fling a light on the dark riddle of an apparently purposeless Universe, and explain to me why we live at all?”

 

“Evolution,” responded Alwyn shortly, “and Necessity.”

 

“Evolution from what?” persisted Heliobas. “From one atom? WHAT

atom? And FROM WHENCE came the atom? And why the NECESSITY of any atom?”

 

“The human brain reels at such questions!” said Alwyn, vexedly and with impatience. “I cannot answer them—no one can!”

 

“No one?” Heliobas smiled very tranquilly. “Do not be too sure of that! And why should the human brain ‘reel’?—the sagacious, calculating, clear human brain that never gets tired, or puzzled, or perplexed!—that settles everything in the most practical and common-sense manner, and disposes of God altogether as an extraneous sort of bargain not wanted in the general economy of our little solar system! Aye, the human brain is a wonderful thing!—and yet by a sharp, well-directed knock with this”—and he took up from the table a paper-knife with a massive, silver-mounted, weighty horn-handle—“I could deaden it in such wise that the SOUL could no more hold any communication with it, and it would lie an inert mass in the cranium, of no more use to its owner than a paralyzed limb.”

 

“You mean to infer that the brain cannot act without the influence of the soul?”

 

“Precisely! If the hands on the telegraph dial will not respond to the electric battery, the telegram cannot be deciphered. But it would be foolish to deny the existence of the electric battery because the dial is unsatisfactory! In like manner, when, by physical incapacity, or inherited disease, the brain can no longer receive the impressions or electric messages of the Spirit, it is practically useless. Yet the Spirit is there all the same, dumbly waiting for release and another chance of expansion.”

 

“Is this the way you account for idiocy and mania?” asked Alwyn incredulously.

 

“Most certainly; idiocy and mania always come from man’s interference with the laws of health and of nature—never otherwise. The Soul placed within us by the Creator is meant to be fostered by man’s unfettered Will; if man chooses to employ that unfettered Will in wrong directions, he has only himself to blame for the disastrous results that follow. You may perhaps ask why God has thus left our wills unfettered: the answer is simple—that we may serve Him by CHOICE and not by COMPULSION. Among the myriad million worlds that acknowledge His goodness gladly and undoubtingly, why should He seek to force unwilling obedience from us castaways!”

 

“As we are on this subject,” said Alwyn, with a tinge of satire in his tone, “if you grant a God, and make Him out to be supreme Love, why in the name of His supposed inexhaustible beneficence should we be castaways at all?”

 

“Because in our overweening pride and egotism we have ELECTED to be such,” replied Heliobas. “As angels have fallen, so have we.

But we are not altogether castaways now, since this signal,” and he touched the cross on his breast, “shone in heaven.”

 

Alwyn shrugged his shoulders disdainfully.

 

“Pardon me,” he murmured coldly, “with every desire to respect your religious scruples, I really cannot, personally speaking, accept the tenets of a worn-out faith, which all the most intellectual minds of the day reject as mere ignorant superstition. The carpenter’s son of Judea was no doubt a very estimable person,—a socialist teacher whose doctrines were very excellent in theory but impossible of practice. That there was anything divine about Him I utterly deny; and I confess I am surprised that you, a man of evident culture, do not seem to see the hollow absurdity of Christianity as a system of morals and civilization. It is an ever-sprouting seed of discord and hatred between nations; it has served as a casus belli of the most fanatical and merciless character; it is answerable for whole seas of cruel and unnecessary bloodshed …”

 

“Have you nothing NEW to say on the subject?” interposed Heliobas, with a slight smile. “I have heard all this so often before, from divers kinds of men both educated and ignorant, who have a willful habit of forgetting all that Christ Himself prophesied concerning His creed of Self-renunciation, so difficult to selfish humanity: ‘Think not that I come to send peace on the earth. I come, not to send peace, but a sword.’ Again ‘Ye shall be hated of all men for my name’s sake.’ … ‘all ye shall be offended because of me.’

Such plain words as these seem utterly thrown away upon this present generation. And do you know I find a curious lack of originality among so-called ‘freethinkers’; in fact their thoughts can hardly be designated as ‘free’ when they all run in such extremely narrow grooves of similitude—a flock of sheep mildly trotting under the guidance of the butcher to the slaughterhouse could not be more tamely alike in their bleating ignorance as to where they are going. Your opinions, for instance, differ scarce a whit from those of the common boor who, reading his penny Radical paper, thinks he can dispense with God, and talks of the ‘carpenter’s son of Judea’ with the same easy flippancy and scant reverence as yourself. The ‘intellectual minds of the day’ to which you allude, are extraordinarily limited of comprehension, and none of them, literary or otherwise, have such a grasp of knowledge as any of these dead and gone authors,” and he waved his hand toward the surrounding loaded bookshelves, “who lived centuries ago, and are now, as far as the general public is concerned, forgotten. All the volumes you see here are vellum manuscripts copied from the original slabs of baked clay, stone tablets, and engraved sheets of ivory, and among them is an ingenious treatise by one Remeni Adranos, chief astronomer to the then king of Babylonia, setting forth the Atom and Evolution theory with far more clearness and precision than any of your modern professors. All such propositions are old—old as the hills, I assure you; and these days in which you live are more suggestive of the second childhood of the world than its progressive prime. Especially in your own country the general dotage seems to have reached a sort of climax, for there you have the people actually forgetting, deriding, or denying their greatest men who form the only lasting glories of their history; they have even done their futile best to tarnish the unsoilable fame of Shakespeare. In that land you,—who, according to your own showing, started for the race of life full of high hopes and inspiration to still higher endeavor—you have been, poisoned by the tainted atmosphere of Atheism which is slowly and insidiously spreading itself through all ranks, particularly among the upper classes, who, while becoming every day more lax in their morals and more dissolute of behavior, consider themselves far too wise and ‘highly cultured’ to believe in anything. It is a most unwholesome atmosphere, charged with the morbidities and microbes of national disease and downfall; it is difficult to breathe it without becoming fever-smitten; and in your denial of the divinity of Christ, I do not blame you any more than I would blame a poor creature struck down by a plague. You have caught the negative, agnostic, and atheistical infection from others,—it is not the natural, healthy condition of your temperament.”

 

“On the contrary it IS, so far as that point goes,” said Alwyn with sudden heat—“I tell you I am amazed,—utterly amazed, that you, with your intelligence, should uphold such a barbaric idea as the Divinity of Christ! Human reason revolts at it,—and after all, make as light of it as you will, reason is the only thing that exalts us a little above the level of the beasts.”

 

“Nay—the beasts share the gift of reason in common with us,”

replied Heliobas, “and Man only proves his ignorance if he denies the fact. Often indeed the very insects show superior reasoning ability to ourselves, any thoroughly capable naturalist would bear me out in this assertion.”

 

“Well, well!” and Alwyn grew impatient—“reason or no reason, I again repeat that the legend on which Christianity is founded is absurd and preposterous,—why, if there were a grain of truth in it, Judas Iscariot instead of being universally condemned, ought to be honored and canonized as the first of saints!”

 

“Must I remind you of your early lesson days?” asked Heliobas mildly. “You will find it written in a Book you appear to have forgotten, that Christ expressly prophesied, ‘Woe to that man’ by whom He was betrayed. I tell, you, little as you credit it, there is not a word that the Sinless One uttered while on this earth, that has not been or shall not be in time fulfilled. But I do not wish to enter into any controversies with you; you have told me your story,—I have heard it with interest,—and I may add with sympathy. You are a poet, struck dumb by Materialism because you lacked strength to resist the shock,—you would fain recover your singing-speech—and this is in truth the reason why you have come to me. You think that if you could gain some of the strange experiences which others have had while under my influence, you might win back your lost inspiration—though you do not know WHY

you think this—neither do I—I can only guess.”

 

“And your guess is … ?” demanded Alwyn with an air of affected indifference.

 

“That some higher influence is working for your rescue and safety,” replied Heliobas. “What influence I dare not presume to imagine, but—there are always angels near!”

 

“Angels!” Alwyn laughed aloud. “How many more fairy tales are you going to weave for me out of your fertile Oriental imagination?

Angels! … See here, my good Heliobas, I am perfectly willing to grant that you may be a very clever man with an odd prejudice in favor of Christianity,—but I must request that you will not talk to me of angels and spirits or any such nonsense, as if I were a child waiting to be amused, instead of a full-grown man with …”

 

“With so full-grown an intellect that it has out-grown God!”

finished Heliobas serenely. “Quite so! Yet angels, after all, are only immortal Souls such as yours or mine when set free of their earthly tenements. For instance, when I look at you thus,” and he raised his eyes with a lustrous, piercing glance—“I see the proud, strong, and rebellious Angel in you far more distinctly than your outward shape of man … and you … when you look at me—”

 

He broke off, for Alwyn at that moment sprang from his chair,