Religious disputations -- Fiction; Short stories, Australian
"You consider it a great moral movement, Monsieur?"
"Moral because all petty egoisms were obliterated," answered Renan. "Men
seemed for a moment to become the incarnations of ideas. Oh, on both
sides. Charlotte Corday, Danton, Madame Roland, Robespierre, Desmoulins,
Larochejacquelin; each individuality seems to have had its definite
mission, each seems to have been equally necessary, equally an
instrument of justice."
"You have said, Monsieur," continued Leo, after a pause, "that the
socialists would revive in one form the twin tyrannies of Church and
State, and destroy the ideal of individual liberty. You have also said
that the ancient conception of Church and State was a unity. Would the
kind of socialism which you sketch resemble the Greek State?"
"No ancient State, not even Athens, extended to its citizens the liberty
which we enjoy," answered Renan. "The State intervened in the private
affairs of the citizens; and Athens is notorious for having pursued the
philosophers with accusations of impiety. The noble conservative
families and the priesthood combined to stifle the new liberal thought.
The State, however, was democratic; the people ruled, decided by their
votes the policy of the State, and served on juries, or as judges.
Socialism condemns democracy: it aspires to govern not by the will of
the people, but according to its own interpretation of what it calls
scientific principles; and it seems that in its application of these
principles, it would be more bigoted and intolerant than the democratic
State in Greece ever was."
"Nothing then is permanent, which crystallises into an hierarchy, or is
limited by an institution," said Leo. "It seems to me that your gospel
is purely destructive. The whole progress of modern science is marked by
the ruins of ancient altars; you have freed mankind from all moral
obligations in denying that he is a responsible agent, and in showing
that he is merely a creature of inherited instincts; you have shown him
that his life is no more than a ripple on the water, a sudden stir of
wind in the leaves, a momentary light in the darkness; you have denied
the God that his heart fashioned as a solace to his grief, a lamp to
guide him; you have taught him to seek for the perishable glories of the
earth. How will you make him a moral being again?"
Renan smiled.
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