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
The thing which the evolutionist has discovered and put forward with
considerable enthusiasm is this: that life in every form has tended to
evolve from the simple to the complex, and only through a vast
complexity or organization has it managed to attain this spectacle of
things which we call life or beauty--division of itself, as it were. The
complexity of the individual thing which we call a tree or a flower or
an animal, or, if you please, a social state (and indeed those more or
less abstruse things which we know as arts and sciences), are but a
further evolution of the complexity of the world machine, and life has
brought them about and apparently saved them to the world, possibly for
the purpose of partial self-expression. At the same time there has
always been involved in this process the law of the survival of the
strongest or temporarily and accidentally most favored, a process which
the humanitarians are never prone to accept because it belies the theory
of saving anything except by a compensative condition of slaughter and
neglect of other things less strong--or, as the phrase has it, unfit
things. In the theory of the religionist and the moralist the horrific
processes that work in the sea and the jungle, and other unsocialized
and enigmatic phases of imminent life, are entirely outside the scheme
of a just and merciful God or Creator, not countenanced by Him! When His
will is known and His suggestions are obeyed, these will be overcome
and disappear! Well, this may be true, only it does not appear from any
material or mental examination of the scene.
Even now, as we talk of sweeter and less avid processes which might be
brought into play by a superior power, life is maintaining its ancient
balance of evil and good, or extremities of one kind balanced against
extremities of another. Even now, under the very noses of the
religionists and the moralists, these processes are at work and show no
sign of being abated. For every neighborhood of taste and comfort,
witness the vast areas of poverty, poor taste, neglect, dull thought,
inefficiency. For every comfortable man a lean one, or many. For every
mind of the first order a million of a weaker, fumbling character. For
every tender, Christ-like soul how many of another kind--avid, selfish,
cruel, hideous almost! Are the poor governed by the rich--and well? Do
the shrewd rule the ignorant, and to their advantage? Do the strong
control the weak, and to their advantage? Are the inefficient well or
badly housed, well or badly nourished, neglected, left to stew in their
own juice of misery and live and die as best they can, or are they
looked after, as the religionist and moralist suggest and hope for? Only
the dull or dishonest among the moralists and religionists can, it seems
to me, fail to perceive or dare deny what even the dull or the ignorant
now being trampled upon do already vaguely perceive and understand.
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