Fantasy fiction; Heaven -- Fiction; Hell -- Fiction; Unfinished books
“I have said that we had nothing to offer humanity. The world did not
belong to us, and therefore no pleasure nor greatness that it could
give could come from us. But nobility and purity and strength of
character had grown up even in this poor soil, as I have shown.
“And then at last the greatest riddle of all was solved—the riddle
of human nature. You will perhaps think it was a ridiculously long
time to have spent upon so simple a thing. The length of time and the
simplicity are equal. We discovered if we were to act with humanity we
must suffer with it, feel with it, be of it—in fact, take its nature
upon ourselves. It was, or seemed to be, a step of utter humiliation
and shame. I remember the time when the discovery was made—the silence
that came after it. Before, we had always felt a certain amount of joy
and triumph, but now that had gone. But because we had given the word
of God to uplift humanity, it could not be broken, nor would we have
wished to if we could. We wished to save and raise the many, not the
few; and the word ‘impossible’ was unknown to us. The powers of Evil
laughed, as well they might. This was the most exquisite jest of all.
If we would drag humanity up to us we must first descend to it, not
in condescension and superiority but in equality—not even that. But
there could be no dallying nor shirking by delay. Our plan was now to
see how the great work could be accomplished. It must be done secretly,
the introduction of pure light and Godhead on to earth, or otherwise it
would meet with ineffectual defeat, and the chance once lost would pass
for ever. About this time there was born to me a daughter. She was our
first-born child, and it seemed to my fond eyes I had never yet beheld
anything so fair and lovely. I used to watch her as she played about
the house, and she it was who drew me nearer to the earth—since she
had sprung from it by much trial and tribulation.
“But as she grew the question grew, How to descend unknown to touch the
nature of humanity.
“Then each spirit of heaven brought some pure essence of his own
body, and the whole was compressed to a seed so small as to be near
invisible. And it was this one seed that, coming from us and returning
to us, made us at one, or seemingly at one, with man.
“The greatest of our sages then were gathered to see how this fine seed
could be translated to the earth effectively and secretly, for its
presence was traceable but to the blind. At last Michael counselled
thus:—
“‘If we send it by one who is as innocent of its presence as of sin or
harm we may expect success. None act so well as those free from all
taint of deception and pre-arranged thought.’
“And the lot fell upon my daughter.
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