The Collected Works of Ambrose Bierce, Volume 09: Tangential ViewsBierce, Ambrose
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The Collected Works of Ambrose Bierce, Volume 09: Tangential Views
Bierce, Ambrose
American essays; American literature
Nearly everywhere we observe this spirit translating itself into acts
and phenomena. In religion it finds manifestation in repair of “creeds
outworn,” in acceptance of modern miracles, in pilgrimages, in strange
and futile attempts at unification—even in toleration. In politics it
has overspread the earth with anarchism, socialism, communism, woman
suffrage and actual antagonism between the sexes. Industrial affairs
show it in unnatural animosities and destructive struggles between
employers and employees, in wild aspirations for impossible advantages,
in resurrection of crude convictions and methods of antiquity. In
literature it has given us realism, in art impressionism, and in
both as much else that is false and extravagant as it is possible to
name. In morals it has gone to the length of denying the expedience
of morality. In all civilized countries crime is so augmenting, the
sociologists tell us, that national earnings will not much longer
be sufficient to support the machinery for its repression. Madness
and suicide are advancing “by leaps and bounds,” and wars were never
so needless and reasonless as now. Everywhere are a wild welter of
action and thought, a cutting loose from all that is conservative and
restraining, a “carnival of crime,” a reign of unreason.
Not everywhere: superior to all this madness, tranquil in the midst of
it, and to some degree controlling it, stands Science, inaccessible
to its malign influence and unaffectable by the tumult. Why?—how? God
knows; I only perceive that the scientific mind has an imagination of
its own kind. To him who has been trained to accurate observation and
definite thought a century of years does not seem to have an end—it
is simply one hundred times round the sun; and at the last moment of
our _siècle_ we shall be just where we have been a million times
before, under no different cosmic conditions. He is not impressed with
“the sadness of it,” feels no desperation—sees nothing in it. He keeps
his head—which, by the way, is worth keeping.
1898.
TIMOTHY H. REARDEN
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