NOT LOVE, BUT LIFE

The only faith which any reasonable disciple can gain from The Ring is

not in love, but in life itself as a tireless power which is continually

driving onward and upward--not, please observe, being beckoned or drawn

by Das Ewig Weibliche or any other external sentimentality, but growing

from within, by its own inexplicable energy, into ever higher and

higher forms of organization, the strengths and the needs of which are

continually superseding the institutions which were made to fit our

former requirements. When your Bakoonins call out for the demolition of

all these venerable institutions, there is no need to fly into a panic

and lock them up in prison whilst your parliament is bit by bit doing

exactly what they advised you to do. When your Siegfrieds melt down the

old weapons into new ones, and with disrespectful words chop in twain

the antiquated constable's staves in the hands of their elders, the end

of the world is no nearer than it was before. If human nature, which

is the highest organization of life reached on this planet, is really

degenerating, then human society will decay; and no panic-begotten penal

measures can possibly save it: we must, like Prometheus, set to work to

make new men instead of vainly torturing old ones. On the other hand, if

the energy of life is still carrying human nature to higher and higher

levels, then the more young people shock their elders and deride and

discard their pet institutions the better for the hopes of the world,

since the apparent growth of anarchy is only the measure of the rate of

improvement. History, as far as we are capable of history (which is

not saying much as yet), shows that all changes from crudity of social

organization to complexity, and from mechanical agencies in government

to living ones, seem anarchic at first sight. No doubt it is natural

to a snail to think that any evolution which threatens to do away with

shells will result in general death from exposure. Nevertheless, the

most elaborately housed beings today are born not only without houses on

their backs but without even fur or feathers to clothe them.

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