第11章 Lay Morals(11)

If you teach a man to keep his eyes upon what others think of him,unthinkingly to lead the life and hold the principles of the majority of his contemporaries,you must discredit in his eyes the one authoritative voice of his own soul.He may be a docile citizen;he will never be a man.It is ours,on the other hand,to disregard this babble and chattering of other men better and worse than we are,and to walk straight before us by what light we have.They may be right;but so,before heaven,are we.They may know;but we know also,and by that knowledge we must stand or fall.There is such a thing as loyalty to a man's own better self;and from those who have not that,God help me,how am I to look for loyalty to others?The most dull,the most imbecile,at a certain moment turn round,at a certain point will hear no further argument,but stand unflinching by their own dumb,irrational sense of right.It is not only by steel or fire,but through contempt and blame,that the martyr fulfils the calling of his dear soul.Be glad if you are not tried by such extremities.But although all the world ranged themselves in one line to tell you 'This is wrong,'be you your own faithful vassal and the ambassador of God -throw down the glove and answer 'This is right.'Do you think you are only declaring yourself?Perhaps in some dim way,like a child who delivers a message not fully understood,you are opening wider the straits of prejudice and preparing mankind for some truer and more spiritual grasp of truth;perhaps,as you stand forth for your own judgment,you are covering a thousand weak ones with your body;perhaps,by this declaration alone,you have avoided the guilt of false witness against humanity and the little ones unborn.It is good,I believe,to be respectable,but much nobler to respect oneself and utter the voice of God.God,if there be any God,speaks daily in a new language by the tongues of men;the thoughts and habits of each fresh generation and each new-coined spirit throw another light upon the universe and contain another commentary on the printed Bibles;every scruple,every true dissent,every glimpse of something new,is a letter of God's alphabet;and though there is a grave responsibility for all who speak,is there none for those who unrighteously keep silence and conform?Is not that also to conceal and cloak God's counsel?And how should we regard the man of science who suppressed all facts that would not tally with the orthodoxy of the hour?

Wrong?You are as surely wrong as the sun rose this morning round the revolving shoulder of the world.Not truth,but truthfulness,is the good of your endeavour.For when will men receive that first part and prerequisite of truth,that,by the order of things,by the greatness of the universe,by the darkness and partiality of man's experience,by the inviolate secrecy of God,kept close in His most open revelations,every man is,and to the end of the ages must be,wrong?Wrong to the universe;wrong to mankind;wrong to God.And yet in another sense,and that plainer and nearer,every man of men,who wishes truly,must be right.He is right to himself,and in the measure of his sagacity and candour.That let him do in all sincerity and zeal,not sparing a thought for contrary opinions;that,for what it is worth,let him proclaim.Be not afraid;although he be wrong,so also is the dead,stuffed Dagon he insults.For the voice of God,whatever it is,is not that stammering,inept tradition which the people holds.These truths survive in travesty,swamped in a world of spiritual darkness and confusion;and what a few comprehend and faithfully hold,the many,in their dead jargon,repeat,degrade,and misinterpret.

So far of Respectability;what the Covenanters used to call 'rank conformity':the deadliest gag and wet blanket that can be laid on men.And now of Profit.And this doctrine is perhaps the more redoubtable,because it harms all sorts of men;not only the heroic and self-reliant,but the obedient,cowlike squadrons.A man,by this doctrine,looks to consequences at the second,or third,or fiftieth turn.He chooses his end,and for that,with wily turns and through a great sea of tedium,steers this mortal bark.There may be political wisdom in such a view;but I am persuaded there can spring no great moral zeal.To look thus obliquely upon life is the very recipe for moral slumber.Our intention and endeavour should be directed,not on some vague end of money or applause,which shall come to us by a ricochet in a month or a year,or twenty years,but on the act itself;not on the approval of others,but on the rightness of that act.At every instant,at every step in life,the point has to be decided,our soul has to be saved,heaven has to be gained or lost.At every step our spirits must applaud,at every step we must set down the foot and sound the trumpet.'This have I done,'we must say;'right or wrong,this have I done,in unfeigned honour of intention,as to myself and God.'The profit of every act should be this,that it was right for us to do it.Any other profit than that,if it involved a kingdom or the woman I love,ought,if I were God's upright soldier,to leave me untempted.