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
And yet just here another interesting fact stands out, and that is that
whether or not he is a machine, Nature, or his Creator, appears to be
quite definitely opposed to his finding out about himself or even to his
delving into the matter, and throughout recorded science there is no
evidence of the least willingness on the part of Nature or the life
constructing forces to yield a single fact of any kind without a
struggle. Man has fumbled and stumbled, dying by billions in one
erroneous way, or another, until at last, by mere chance apparently, he
has stumbled upon one helpful fact or another. It is as if the fable of
Prometheus or that other of Adam and Eve were true. The seekers after
knowledge of any kind have almost invariably been fought or their work
brought to nothing, and even where man has apparently proven victorious
or where he has seemingly been aided only that has been yielded which
has tended to further him as an ignorant and yet useful machine, never
as a thinker. No one who has tended to throw a clear light on the
internecine struggles of Nature Herself, Her cruelties and brutalities,
has prospered. If one doubts this he has only to consider the fumbling,
haphazard progress of man, his warring notions as to his source and
import, his strange aberrant evolution and the persistent and
discouraging hindrances cast in the way of his intellectual evolution;
i. e., the rise of impossible and even ridiculous leaders and religious
theories--Christianity, Shintoism, Mohammedism--and the arrival of such
dark figures as Attila (self-styled “the scourge of God”), Alaric, and
Mohammed with his houris’ dream, upon the scene of fairly acceptable
intellectual conditions. The deaths of endless prying inventors, their
pursuit by the religionists in darker ages, the periodic rise of-isms
and world-sweeping folderol, political and other notions, all seem to
point to but one thing: Nature’s indifference if not opposition to man’s
tendency to develop intelligence and desire to know--if such a thing can
be assumed, for it cannot be proved. For since when has the dulness of
the mass, or man, his ignorance or indifference, apparently calculated
and conditional, not stood their ground against the overtures of
intelligence, science, the arts, philosophy? Nothing flourishes on earth
so well as vain theory. Energetic thought is all but taboo. False dreams
and false hopes are invariably encouraged by apparently some chemical or
mechanical condition in the so-called brain of man himself. It is
scarcely so much that he dare not as that he cannot.
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