Hey Rub-a-dub-dub: A Book of the Mystery and Wonder and Terror of LifeDreiser, Theodore
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Hey Rub-a-dub-dub: A Book of the Mystery and Wonder and Terror of Life
Dreiser, Theodore
American essays -- 20th century
In society, where man is constantly scheming out methods of procedure
and how his ideas and feelings and appetites can be brought to a
harmonious workable state, a certain reciprocating smoothness of
exchange and balance must be, and apparently has been, achieved. It is
like those constructive adjustments which make any machine possible, and
has apparently given rise to such conceptions of the necessary
conditions for exchange as are indicated by the words “harmony,”
“justice,” “truth,” possibly even “tenderness” and “mercy,” all of which
mean but one thing, if they mean anything at all: the need of striking a
balance or achieving an equilibrium between plainly restless and
conflicting elements. (Why restless? Who knows? Why conflicting? Who
knows?) However, it is this same equation or balance which conditions so
large a thing as a universe, whose prime impulse apparently is to
achieve endless variety in homogeneity, and vice versa.
But these have been assumed, in an absolute and not a relative sense, to
be attributes of a Supreme Being who is all-just, all-truthful,
all-merciful, all-tender, rather than as mechanic or, if one accepts the
created theory of life, as an intelligently and yet not moralistically
worked-out system of minor arrangements, reciprocations and minute
equations, which have little to do with the aspects and movements of
much larger forces of which as yet we know nothing and which at first
glance hinder rather than aid the intellect in perceiving the ultimate
possibilities of the governing force in any direction. Indeed the rough
balance or equation everywhere seen and struck between element and
element, impulse and impulse, need and need, while they might seem to
lend color to the existence of absolute right, justice, truth, honor,
etc., really indicates nothing more than this rough approximation to
equation in everything--force with matter, element with element--as an
offset to incomprehensible and, to mortal mind, even horrible and
ghastly extremes and disorder; nothing more. For in the face of all the
schemes and contrivances whereby man may live in harmony with his
neighbor there is the contrary fact that all these schemes are
constantly being interfered with by contrary forces, decays, mistaken
notions, dreams which produce inharmony. This can mean nothing if not an
inherent impulse in Nature that makes for change and so rearrangement,
regardless of any existing harmonies or balances, plus the curious
impulse in man and Nature (inertia?) which seems to wish to avoid
change.
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