Lectures of Col. R. G. Ingersoll - LatestIngersoll, Robert Green
Religion
Lectures of Col. R. G. Ingersoll - Latest
Ingersoll, Robert Green
Free thought
Ladies and Gentlemen: What, after all, is the object of life? What is
the highest possible aim? The highest aim is to accomplish the only
good. Happiness is the only good of which man by any possibility can
conceive. The object of life is to increase human joy, and that means
intellectual and physical development. The question, then, is: Shall
we rely upon superstition or upon growth? Is intellectual development
the highway of progress or must we depend on the pit of credulity? Must
we rely on belief or credulity, or upon manly virtues, courageous
investigation, thought, and intellectual development? For thousands of
years men have been talking about religious freedom. I am now
contending for the freedom of religion, not religious freedom--for the
freedom which is the only real religion. Only a few years ago our poor
ancestors tried to account for what they saw. Noticing the running
river, the shining star, or the painted flower, they put a spirit in
the river, a spirit in the star, and another in the flower. Something
makes this river run, something makes this star shine, something paints
the blossom of that flower. They were all spirits. That was the first
religion of mankind--fetichism--and in everything that lived,
everything that produced an effect upon them, they said: "This is a
spirit that lives within." That is called the lowest phase of
religious thought, and yet it is quite the highest phase of religious
thought. One by one these little spirits died. One by one nonentities
took their places, and last of all we have one infinite fetich that
takes the place of all others. Now, what makes the river run? We say
the attraction of gravitation, and we know no more about that than we
do about this fetich. What makes the tree grow? The principle of
life--vital forces. These are simply phrases, simply names of
ignorance. Nobody knows what makes the river run, what makes the trees
grow, why the flowers burst and bloom--nobody knows why the stars
shine, and probably nobody ever will know.
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