'You _are_ an argument for design,' said the theologian, taking no
notice of the poet, 'though you won't admit it. Why won't you take up
with my scientific religion?—a religion, you know, that can be
expressed with equal facility by emotional or by mathematical terms. It
is as easy, when you once understand it, as the first proposition in
Euclid. You have two points, Faith and Reason, and you draw a straight
line between them. Then you must describe an equilateral triangle—I
mean a scientific religion, on the straight line, F R—between Faith and
Reason.'
'Oh!' said the professor. 'How do you do it?'
'First,' said the theologian hopefully, 'taking F as your centre, F R
as your radius, describe the circle of Theology. Then, taking R as your
centre, F R as your radius, describe the circle of Logic. These two
circles will intersect at Science, indicated in the proposition by the
point S. Join together S F, and then join S R, and you will have the
equilateral triangle of a scientific religion on the line F R S.'
'Prove it,' said the professor grimly.
'Science and Faith,' replied the theologian readily, 'equal Faith and
Reason, because they are both radii of the same circle, Man being the
Radius of the Infinite. Theology—'
'Stop!' ejaculated the professor in the utmost indignation. 'What do
you mean by it? I never in my life listened to such unmitigated
nonsense. Who gave you leave to talk of a scientific religion as an
equilateral triangle? If it is a triangle at all, which there is not
the remotest reason to suppose—but I cannot argue with you? You might
as well call it a dodecahedron, or the cube root of minus nothing.'
'Oh, very well,' said the theologian with exasperating coolness. 'I
thought it possible that even your blind prejudice might not refuse to
listen to a simple mathematical demonstration of the possibility of a
true scientific religion, but I find that I was mistaken. I am not
annoyed—not at all. I prefer to look with lenity upon this outburst of
passion, which might, I admit, have roused the anger of a theologian of
the old school. But, believe me, I personally feel towards you no
enmity—only the profoundest compassion.'
Inarticulate sound from the professor.
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