IV

And now, by way of a glimpse into the future--after this long digression

what is the route that man will take?

This is a subject that I hardly dare tackle. "The morning wind ever

blows," says Thoreau, "the poem of creation is uninterrupted--but few

are the ears that hear it." And how can we, gulfed as we are in this

present whirlpool, conceive rightly the glory which awaits us? No limits

that our present knowledge puts need alarm us; the impossibilities will

yield very easily when the time comes; and the anatomical difficulty as

to how and where the wings are to grow will vanish when they are felt

sprouting!

It can hardly be doubted that the tendency will be--indeed is already

showing itself--towards a return to nature and community of human life.

This is the way back to the lost Eden, or rather forward to the new

Eden, of which the old was only a figure. Man has to undo the wrappings

and the mummydom of centuries, by which he has shut himself from the

light of the sun and lain in seeming death, preparing silently his

glorious resurrection--for all the world like the funny old chrysalis

that he is. He has to emerge from houses and all his other hiding

places wherein so long ago ashamed (as at the voice of God in the

garden) he concealed himself--and Nature must once more become his home,

as it is the home of the animals and the angels.

As it is written in the old magical formula: "Man clothes himself to

descend, unclothes himself to ascend." Over his spiritual or wind-like

body he puts on a material or earthy body; over his earth-body he puts

on the skins of animals and other garments; then he hides this body in a

house behind curtains and stone walls--which become to it as secondary

skins and prolongations of itself. So that between the man and his true

life there grows a dense and impenetrable hedge; and, what with the

cares and anxieties connected with his earth-body and all its skins, he

soon loses the knowledge that he is a Man at all; his true self slumbers

in a deep and agelong swoon.

But the instinct of all who desire to deliver the divine _imago_ within

them, is, in something more than the literal sense, towards unclothing.

And the process of evolution or exfoliation itself is nothing but a

continual unclothing of Nature, by which the perfect human Form which is

at the root of it comes nearer and nearer to its manifestation.

Thus, in order to restore the Health which he has lost, man has in the

future to tend in this direction. Life indoors and in houses has to

become a fraction only, instead of the principal part of existence as it

is now. Garments similarly have to be simplified. How far this process

may go it is not necessary now to enquire. It is sufficiently obvious

that our domestic life and clothing may be at once greatly reduced in

complexity, and with the greatest advantage--made subsidiary instead of

being erected into the fetishes which they are. And everyone may feel

assured that each gain in this direction is a gain in true life--whether

it be the head that goes uncovered to the air of heaven, or the feet

that press bare the magnetic earth, or the elementary raiment that

allows through its meshes the light itself to reach the vital organs.

The life of the open air, familiarity with the winds and waves, clean

and pure food, the companionship of the animals--the very wrestling with

the great Mother for his food--all these things will tend to restore

that relationship which man has so long disowned; and the consequent

instreaming of energy into his system will carry him to perfections of

health and radiance of being at present unsuspected.

Of course, it will be said that many of these things are difficult to

realise in our country, that an indoor life, with all its concomitants,

is forced upon us by the climate. But if this is to some small--though

very small--extent true, it forms no reason why we should not still take

advantage of every opportunity to push in the direction indicated. It

must be remembered, too, that our climate is greatly of our own

creation. If the atmosphere of many of our great towns and of the lands

for miles in their neighbourhood is devitalised and deadly--so that in

cold weather it grants to the poor mortal no compensating power of

resistance, but compels him at peril of his life to swathe himself in

greatcoats and mufflers--the blame is none but ours. It is we who have

covered the lands with a pall of smoke, and are walking to our own

funerals under it.

That this climate, however, at its best may not be suited to the highest

developments of human life is quite possible. Because Britain has been

the scene of some of the greatest episodes of Civilisation, it does not

follow that she will keep the lead in the period that is to follow; and

the Higher Communities of the future will perhaps take their rise in

warmer lands, where life is richer and fuller, more spontaneous and more

generous, than it can be here.

Another point in this connection is the food question. For the

restoration of the central vigour when lost or degenerate, a diet

consisting mainly of fruits and grains is most adapted. Animal food

often gives for the time being a lot of nervous energy--and may be

useful for special purposes; but the energy is of a spasmodic feverish

kind; the food has a tendency to inflame the subsidiary centres, and so

to diminish the central control. Those who live mainly on animal food

are specially liable to disease--and not only physically; for their

minds also fall more easily a prey to desires and sorrows. In times

therefore of grief or mental trouble of any kind, as well as in times of

bodily sickness, immediate recourse should be had to the more elementary

diet. The body under this diet endures work with less fatigue, is less

susceptible to pain, and to cold; and heals its wounds with

extraordinary celerity; all of which facts point in the same direction.

It may be noted, too, that foods of the seed kind--by which I mean all

manner of fruits, nuts, tubers, grains, eggs, etc. (and I may include

milk in its various forms of butter, cheese, curds, and so forth), not

only contain by their nature the elements of life in their most

condensed forms, but have the additional advantage that they can be

appropriated without injury to any living creature--for even the cabbage

may inaudibly scream when torn up by the roots and boiled, but the

strawberry plant _asks_ us to take of its fruit, and paints it red

expressly that we may see and devour it! Both of which considerations

must convince us that this kind of food is most fitted to develop the

kernel of man's life.

Which all means cleanness. The unity of our nature being restored, the

instinct of bodily cleanness, _both_ within and without, which is such a

marked characteristic of the animals, will again characterise

mankind--only now instead of a blind instinct it will be a conscious,

joyous one; dirt being only disorder and obstruction. And thus the whole

human being, mind and body, becoming clean and radiant from its inmost

centre to its farthest circumference--"transfigured"--the distinction

between the words spiritual and material disappears. In the words of

Whitman, "objects gross and the unseen soul are one."

But this return to Nature, and identification in some sort with the

great cosmos, does not involve a denial or depreciation of human life

and interests. It is not uncommonly supposed that there is some kind of

antagonism between Man and Nature, and that to recommend a life closer

to the latter means mere asceticism and eremitism; and unfortunately

this antagonism does exist to-day, though it certainly will not exist

for ever. To-day it is unfortunately perfectly true that Man is the only

animal who, instead of adorning and beautifying, makes Nature hideous by

his presence. The fox and the squirrel may make their homes in the wood

and add to its beauty in so doing; but when Alderman Smith plants his

villa there, the gods pack up their trunks and depart; they can bear it

no longer. The Bushmen can hide themselves and become indistinguishable

on a slope of bare rock; they twine their naked little yellow bodies

together, and look like a heap of dead sticks; but when the chimney-pot

hat and frock-coat appear, the birds fly screaming from the trees. This

was the great glory of the Greeks that they accepted and perfected

Nature; as the Parthenon sprang out of the limestone terraces of the

Acropolis, carrying the natural lines of the rock by gradations scarce

perceptible into the finished and human beauty of frieze and pediment,

and as, above, it was open for the blue air of heaven to descend into it

for a habitation; so throughout in all their best work and life did they

stand in this close relation to the earth and the sky and to all

instinctive and elemental things, admitting no gulf between themselves

and them, but only perfecting their expressiveness and beauty. And some

day we shall again understand this which, in the very sunrise of true

Art, the Greeks so well understood. Possibly some day we shall again

build our houses or dwelling places so simple and elemental in character

that they will fit in the nooks of the hills or along the banks of the

streams or by the edges of the woods without disturbing the harmony of

the landscape or the songs of the birds. Then the great temples,

beautiful on every height, or by the shores of the rivers and the lakes,

will be the storehouses of all precious and lovely things. There men,

women and children will come to share in the great and wonderful common

life, the gardens around will be sacred to the unharmed and welcome

animals; there all store and all facilities of books and music and art

for every one, there a meeting place for social life and intercourse,

there dances and games and feasts. Every village, every little

settlement, will have such hall or halls. No need for private

accumulations. Gladly will each man, and more gladly still each woman,

take his or her treasures, except what are immediately or necessarily in

use, to the common centre, where their value will be increased a hundred

and a thousand fold by the greater number of those who can enjoy them,

and where far more perfectly and with far less toil they can be tended

than if scattered abroad in private hands. At one stroke half the labour

and all the anxiety of domestic caretaking will be annihilated. The

private dwelling places, no longer costly and labyrinthine in proportion

to the value and number of the treasures they contain, will need no

longer to have doors and windows jealously closed against fellow men or

mother nature. The sun and air will have access to them, the indwellers

will have unfettered egress. Neither man nor woman will be tied in

slavery to the lodge which they inhabit; and in becoming once more a

part of nature, the human habitation will at length cease to be what it

is now for at least half the human race--a prison.

Men often ask about the new Architecture--what, and of what sort, it is

going to be. But to such a question there can be no answer till a new

understanding of life has entered into people's minds, and then the

answer will be clear enough. For as the Greek Temples and the Gothic

Cathedrals were built by people who themselves lived but frugally as we

should think, and were ready to dedicate their best work and chief

treasure to the gods and the common life; and as to-day when we must

needs have for ourselves spacious and luxurious villas, we seem to be

unable to design a decent church or public building; so it will not be

till we once more find our main interest and life in the life of the

community and the gods that a new spirit will inspire our architecture.

Then when our Temples and Common Halls are not designed to glorify an

individual architect or patron, but are built for the use of free men

and women, to front the sky and the sea and the sun, to spring out of

the earth, companionable with the trees and the rocks, not alien in

spirit from the sunlit globe itself or the depth of the starry

night--then I say their form and structure will quickly determine

themselves, and men will have no difficulty in making them beautiful.

And similarly with the homes or dwelling places of the people. Various

as these may be for the various wants of men, whether for a single

individual or for a family, or for groups of individuals or families,

whether to the last degree simple, or whether more or less ornate and

complex, still the new conception, the new needs of life, will

necessarily dominate them and give them form by a law unfolding from

within.

In such new human life then--its fields, its farms, its workshops, its

cities--always the work of man perfecting and beautifying the lands,

aiding the efforts of the sun and soil, giving voice to the desire of

the mute earth--in such new communal life near to nature, so far from

any asceticism or inhospitality, we are fain to see far more humanity

and sociability than ever before: an infinite helpfulness and sympathy,

as between the children of a common mother. Mutual help and combination

will then have become spontaneous and instinctive: each man contributing

to the service of his neighbor as inevitably and naturally as the right

hand goes to help the left in the human body--and for precisely the same

reason. Every man--think of it!--will do the work which he _likes_,

which he desires to do, which is obviously before him to do, and which

he knows will be useful, without thought of wages or reward; and the

reward will come to him as inevitably and naturally as in the human body

the blood flows to the member which is exerting itself. All the endless

burden of the adjustments of labour and wages, of the war of duty and

distaste, of want and weariness, will be thrown aside--all the huge

waste of work done against the grain will be avoided; out of the endless

variety of human nature will spring a perfectly natural and infinite

variety of occupations, all mutually contributive; Society at last will

be free and the human being after long ages will have attained to

deliverance.

This is the Communism which Civilisation has always _hated_, as it hated

Christ. Yet it is inevitable; for the cosmical man, the instinctive

elemental man accepting and crowning nature, necessarily fulfils the

universal law of nature. As to External Government and Law, they will

disappear; for they are only the travesties and transitory substitutes

of Inward Government and Order. Society in its final state is neither a

Monarchy, nor an Aristocracy nor a Democracy, nor an Anarchy, and yet in

another sense it is all of these. It is an Anarchy because there is no

outward rule, but only an inward and invisible spirit of life; it is a

Democracy because it is the rule of the Mass-man, or Demos, in each unit

man; it is an Aristocracy because there are degrees and ranks of such

inward power in all men; and it is a Monarchy because all these ranks

and powers merge in a perfect unity and central control at last. And so

it appears that the outer forms of government which belong to the

Civilisation-period are only the expression in separate external symbols

of the facts of the true inner life of society.

And just as thus the various external forms of government during the

Civilisation-period find their justification and interpretation in the

ensuing period, so will it be with the mechanical and other products of

the present time; they will be taken up, and find their proper place and

use in the time to come. They will not be refused; but they will have to

be brought into subjection. Our locomotives, machinery, telegraphic and

postal systems; our houses, furniture, clothes, books, our fearful and

wonderful cookery, strong drinks, teas, tobaccos; our medical and

surgical appliances; high-faluting sciences and philosophies, and all

other engines hitherto of human bewilderment, have simply to be reduced

to abject subjection to the real man. All these appliances, and a

thousand others such as we hardly dream of, will come in to perfect his

power and increase his freedom; but they will not be the objects of a

mere fetish-worship as now. Man will use them, instead of their using

him. His real life will lie in a region far beyond them. But in thus for

a moment denying and "mastering" the products of Civilisation, will he

for the first time discover their true value, and reap from them an

enjoyment unknown before.

The same with the moral powers. As said before, the knowledge of good

and evil at a certain point passes away, or becomes absorbed into a

higher knowledge. The perception of Sin goes with a certain weakness in

the man. As long as there is conflict and division within him, so long

does he seem to perceive conflicting and opposing principles in the

world without. As long as the objects of the outer world excite emotions

in him which pass beyond his control, so long do those objects stand as

the signals of evil--of disorder and sin. Not that the objects are bad

in themselves, or even the emotions which they excite, but that all

through this period these things serve to the man as indications of

_his_ weakness. But when the central power is restored in man and all

things are reduced to his service, it is impossible for him to see

badness in anything. The bodily is no longer antagonistic to the

spiritual love, but is absorbed into it. All his passions take their

places perfectly naturally, and become, when the occasions arise, the

vehicles of his expression. Vices under existing conditions are vices

simply because of the inordinate and disturbing influence they exercise,

but will cease again to be vices when the man regains his proper

command. Thus Socrates having a clean soul in a clean body could drink

his boon companions under the table and then go out himself to take the

morning air--what was a blemish and defect in them being simply an added

power of enjoyment to himself!

The point of difference throughout (being the transference of the centre

of gravity of life and consciousness from the partial to the universal

man) is symbolised by the gradual resumption of more universal

conditions. That is to say that during the civilisation-period, the body

being systematically wrapped in clothes, the _head_ alone represents

man--the little finnikin, intellectual, _self-conscious_ man in

contra-distinction to the cosmical man represented by the entirety of

the bodily organs. The body has to be delivered from its swathings in

order that the cosmical consciousness may once more reside in the human

breast. We have to become "all face" again--as the savage said of

himself.[15]

Where the cosmic self is, there is no more self-consciousness. The body

and what is ordinarily called the self are felt to be only parts of the

true self, and the ordinary distinctions of inner and outer, egotism and

altruism, etc., lose a good deal of their value. Thought no longer

returns upon the local self as the chief object of regard, but

consciousness is continually radiant from it, filling the body and

overflowing upon external Nature. Thus the Sun in the physical world is

the allegory of the true self. The worshiper must adore the Sun, he must

saturate himself with sunlight, and take the physical Sun into himself.

Those who live by fire and candle-light are filled with phantoms; their

thoughts are Will-o'-th'-wisp-like images of themselves, and they are

tormented by a horrible self-consciousness.

And when the Civilisation-period has passed away, the old

Nature-religion--perhaps greatly grown--will come back. This immense

stream of religious life which, beginning far beyond the horizon of

earliest history, has been deflected into various metaphysical and other

channels--of Judaism, Christianity, Buddhism, and the like--during the

historical period, will once more gather itself together to float on its

bosom all the arks and sacred vessels of human progress. Man will once

more _feel_ his unity with his fellows, he will feel his unity with the

animals, with the mountains and the streams, with the earth itself and

the slow lapse of the constellations, not as an abstract dogma of

Science or Theology, but as a living and ever-present fact. Ages back

this has been understood better than now. Our Christian ceremonial is

saturated with sexual and astronomical symbols; and long before

Christianity existed, the sexual and astronomical were the main forms of

religion. That is to say, men instinctively felt and worshiped the great

life coming to them through Sex, the great life coming to them from the

deeps of Heaven. They deified both. They placed their gods--their own

human forms--in sex, they placed them in the sky. And not only so, but

wherever they felt this kindred human life--in the animals, in the ibis,

the bull, the lamb, the snake, the crocodile; in the trees and flowers,

the oak, the ash, the laurel, the hyacinth; in the streams and

water-falls, on the mountain-sides or in the depths of the sea--they

placed them. The whole universe was full of a life which, though not

always friendly, was _human_ and kindred to their own, _felt_ by them,

not reasoned about, but simply perceived. To the early man the notion of

his having a separate individuality could only with difficulty occur;

hence he troubled himself not with the suicidal questionings concerning

the whence and whither which now vex the modern mind.[16] For what

causes these questions to be asked is simply the wretched feeling of

isolation, actual or prospective, which man necessarily has when he

contemplates himself as a separate atom in this immense universe--the

gulf which lies below seemingly ready to swallow him, and the anxiety to

find some mode of escape. But when he feels once more that he, that _he_

himself, is absolutely indivisibly and indestructibly a part of this

great whole--why then there is no gulf into which he can possibly fall;

when he is sensible of the fact, why then the _how_ of its realisation,

though losing none of its interest, becomes a matter for whose solution

he can wait and work in faith and contentment of mind. The Sun or Sol,

visible image of his very Soul, closest and most vital to him of all

mortal things, occupying the illimitable heaven, feeding all with its

life; the Moon, emblem and nurse of his own reflective thought, the

conscious Man, measurer of Time, mirror of the Sun; the planetary

passions wandering to and fro, yet within bounds; the starry destinies;

the changes of the earth, and the seasons; the upward growth and

unfoldment of all organic life; the emergence of the perfect Man,

towards whose birth all creation groans and travails--all these things

will return to become realities, and to be the frame or setting of his

supra-mundane life. The meaning of the old religions will come back to

him. On the high tops once more gathering he will celebrate with naked

dances the glory of the human form and the great processions of the

stars, or greet the bright horn of the young moon which now after a

hundred centuries comes back laden with such wondrous associations--all

the yearnings and the dreams and the wonderment of the generations of

mankind--the worship of Astarte and of Diana, of Isis or the Virgin

Mary; once more in sacred groves will he reunite the passion and the

delight of human love with his deepest feelings of the sanctity and

beauty of Nature; or in the open, standing uncovered to the Sun, will

adore the emblem of the everlasting splendour which shines within. The

same sense of vital perfection and exaltation which can be traced in the

early and pre-civilisation peoples--only a thousand times intensified,

defined, illustrated and purified--will return to irradiate the redeemed

and delivered Man.

In suggesting thus the part which Civilisation has played in history, I

am aware that the word itself is difficult to define--is at best only

one of those phantom-generalisations which the mind is forced to employ;

also that the account I have given of it is sadly imperfect, leaning

perhaps too much to the merely negative and destructive aspect of this

thousand-year long lapse of human evolution. I would also remind the

reader that though it is perfectly true that under the dissolving

influence of civilisation empire after empire has gone under and

disappeared, and the current of human progress time after time has only

been restored again by a fresh influx of savagery, yet its corruptive

tendency has never had a quite unlimited fling; but that all down the

ages of its dominance over the earth we can trace the tradition of a

healing and redeeming power at work in the human breast and an

anticipation of the second advent of the son of man. Certain

institutions, too, such as Art and the Family (though it seems not

unlikely that both of these will greatly change when the special

conditions of their present existence have disappeared), have served to

keep the sacred flame alive; the latter preserving in island-miniatures,

as it were, the ancient communal humanity when the seas of individualism

and greed covered the general face of the earth; the former keeping up,

so to speak, a navel-cord of contact with Nature, and a means of

utterance of primal emotions else unsatisfiable in the world around.

And if it seem extravagant to suppose that Society will ever emerge from

the chaotic condition of strife and perplexity in which we find it all

down the lapse of historical time, or to hope that the

civilisation-process which has terminated fatally so invariably in the

past will ever eventuate in the establishment of a higher and more

perfect health-condition, we may for our consolation remember that

to-day there are features in the problem which have never been present

before. In the first place, to-day Civilisation is no longer isolated,

as in the ancient world, in surrounding floods of savagery and

barbarism, but it practically covers the globe, and the outlying

savagery is so feeble as not possibly to be a menace to it. This may at

first appear a drawback, for (it will be said) if Civilisation be not

renovated by the influx of external Savagery its own inherent flaws will

destroy society all the sooner. And there would be some truth in this if

it were not for the following consideration, namely, that while for the

first time in History Civilisation is now practically continuous over

the globe, now also for the first time can we descry forming in

continuous line _within its very structure_ the forces which are

destined to destroy it and to bring about the new order. While hitherto

isolated communisms, as suggested, have existed here and there and from

time to time, now for the first time in History both the masses and the

thinkers of all the advanced nations of the world are consciously

feeling their way towards the establishment of a socialistic and

communal life on a vast scale. The present competitive society is more

and more rapidly becoming a mere dead formula and husk within which the

outlines of the new and _human_ society are already discernible.

Simultaneously, and as if to match this growth, a move towards Nature

and Savagery is for the first time taking place from within, instead of

being forced upon society from without. The nature movement begun years

ago in literature and art is now, among the more advanced sections of

the civilised world, rapidly realising itself in actual life, going so

far even as a denial, among some, of machinery and the complex products

of Civilisation, and developing among others into a gospel of salvation

by sandals and sunbaths! It is in these two movements--towards a complex

human Communism and towards individual freedom and Savagery--in some

sort balancing and correcting each other, and both visibly growing up

within, though utterly foreign to--our present-day Civilisation, that we

have fair grounds, I think, for looking forward to its cure.