I dreamed that I stepped into a vast, subterranean, highly arched hall.
A brilliant light illuminated it. In the middle of this hall was seated
the majestic figure of a woman, clothed in a green robe that fell in
many folds around her. Her head rested upon her hand; she seemed to be
sunk in deep meditation. Instantly I comprehended that this woman must
be nature herself, and a sudden feeling of respectful terror stole into
my awed soul. I approached the woman, and, saluting her with reverence,
said:
"O mother of us all, on what dost thou meditate? Thinkest thou,
perchance, on the future fate of humanity, or of the path along
which mankind must journey in order to attain the highest possible
perfection--the highest happiness?"
The woman slowly turned her dark, threatening eyes upon me. Her lips
moved and, in a tremendous, metallic voice she replied:
"I was pondering how to bestow greater strength upon the muscles of the
flea's legs, so that it may more rapidly escape from its enemies. The
balance between attack and flight is deranged; it must be readjusted."
"What!" I answered, "is that thy only meditation? Are not we, mankind,
thy best-loved and most precious children?"
The woman slightly bent her brows and replied: "All living creatures
are my children; I cherish all equally, and annihilate all without
distinction."
"But Virtue, Reason, Justice!" I faltered.
"Those are human words," replied the brazen voice. "I know neither good
nor evil. Reason to me is no law. And what is justice? I gave thee
life; I take it from thee and give it unto others; worms and men are
all the same to me.... And thou must maintain thyself meanwhile, and
leave me in peace."