This silence of history indicates, I think, that the truths of which
we seek the commencement have been revealed to man in prehistoric
days. I do not feel that I know positively concerning the first human
beings who appeared on the earth; I picture them like soft wax ready to
receive a definite form from the hand which created them. These first
comers who knew nothing, never having had any training, and possessing
only their five senses to aid them in arriving at knowledge, were
infinitely better placed than I am to embrace truth, since I should
have to disentangle myself from a vast mass of ideas which disfigure
the natural simplicity of my soul; I should have to forget, even the
truths which I believed myself to possess, and to transform myself
into white plastic blank wax, with no impress whatsoever, and to wait
until my Creator traced the image He wished; this is now not possible.
I should not be now here if I could have been contemporaneous with my
ancestors, and I had been permitted to follow in the steps of their
pilgrimage, this would have pleased me well.
I perceive my friends are uneasy--“Take care,” they say, “an _Idée
fixe_ is dangerous.”
But is it quite certain that an _Idée fixe_ is always harmful?
Have they never seen a man wandering in a forest without any fixed
determination to quit it? Is it credible that our first parents had no
fixed idea of discovering the import towards themselves, of the vast
world in which they had been placed, knowing nothing of the reason
of their position? Equally ignorant of the reason why the sun, the
moon, fire, hurricanes, storms, thunder, rivers, mountains existed,
always above and around them. The whole of nature itself required to
be interrogated. In what way could this settled determination have
harmed them? It is true that they are all dead, but determination did
not kill them. And their _Idée fixe_ must have been very tenacious and
powerful for this thirst for knowledge to have descended with their
blood into our own veins; their wish to gain information is reproduced
in us; this is the legacy that our fathers have left us, and the
singular feature of the legacy is that unlike others, of which the
parts are subdivided and diminished, this in its entirety has passed
down to each of the milliards and milliards of inheritors.
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