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"But I can tell you what treatment like that does to one. It gives a man
a new view of human life, of what it is he belongs to. A sense of pride
in our common accomplishment, of gratitude for the pleasure he receives,
of a natural desire to contribute something. I took this new ethics--it
satisfied me, it's reasonable, it's necessary. We make it our basic
study now, in all the schools. You must have noticed that?"
Yes, I had noticed it, as I looked back. "But they don't call it that,"
I said.
"No, they don't call it anything to the children. It is just life, the
rules of decent behavior."
We sat silent awhile after this. Things were clearing up a little in my
mind.
"A sort of crystallization of chaotic progressive thought into clear
diamonds of usable truth--is that about what happened?" I said.
"That's exactly it."
"And a general refutation and clearing out of--of."
"Of a lot of things we deeply believed--that were not so! That is what
was the matter with us, John. Our minds were full of what Mrs. Eddy
christened error. I wish I could make you feel what a sunrise it was to
the world when we left off believing lies and learned the facts."
"Can you, in a few words, outline a little of your new 'Ethics' to the
lay mind?"
"Easily. It is all 'lay' enough. We don't make a separate profession of
religion, or a separate science of ethics. Ethics is social hygiene--it
teaches how humanity must live in order to be well and strong. We show
the child the patent facts of social relation, how all our daily life,
our accumulated wealth and beauty and continuing power, rests on common
action, on what people do together. Everything about him teaches that.
Then we show him the reasons why such and such actions are wrong, what
the results are; how to avoid wrong lines of action and adopt right
ones. It's no more difficult than teaching any other game, and far more
interesting."
I suppose I looked unconvinced, for he added, "Remember we have nature
on our side. It is natural for a social animal to develop social
instincts; any personal desire which works against the social good is
clearly a survival of a lower pre-social period; wrong, in that it is
out of place. What we used to call criminals were relics of the past. By
artificially maintaining low conditions, such as poverty, individual
wealth, we bred low-grade types. We do not breed them any more."
Again we sat silent. I was nursing my knee and sat looking into the
fire; the soft shimmering play of rosy light and warmth with which
electricity now gave jewels to our rooms.
He followed my eyes.
"That clean, safe, beautiful power was always here, John--but we had not
learned of it. The power of wind and water and steam were here--before
we learned to use them. All this splendid power of human life was
here--only we did not know it."
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