The Stark Munro Letters: Being series of twelve letters written by J. Stark Munro, M.B., to his friend and former fellow-student, Herbert Swanborough, of Lowell, Massachusetts, during the years 1881-1884Doyle, Arthur Conan
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The Stark Munro Letters: Being series of twelve letters written by J. Stark Munro, M.B., to his friend and former fellow-student, Herbert Swanborough, of Lowell, Massachusetts, during the years 1881-1884
Doyle, Arthur Conan
Epistolary fiction
But how do I know what is truth, you ask? I don’t. But I know
particularly well what isn’t. And surely that is something to have
gained. It isn’t true that the great central Mind that planned all
things is capable of jealousy or of revenge, or of cruelty or of
injustice. These are human attributes; and the book which ascribes
them to the Infinite must be human also. It isn’t true that the laws of
Nature have been capriciously disturbed, that snakes have talked, that
women have been turned to salt, that rods have brought water out of
rocks. You must in honesty confess that if these things were presented
to us when we were, adults for the first time, we should smile at them.
It isn’t true that the Fountain of all common sense should punish a race
for a venial offence committed by a person long since dead, and then
should add to the crass injustice by heaping the whole retribution upon
a single innocent scapegoat. Can you not see all the want of justice
and logic, to say nothing of the want of mercy, involved in such a
conception? Can you not see it, Bertie? How can you blind yourself to
it! Take your eyes away from the details for a moment, and look at this
root idea of the predominant Faith. Is the general conception of it
consistent with infinite wisdom and mercy? If not, what becomes of the
dogmas, the sacraments, the whole scheme which is founded upon this
sand-bank? Courage, my friend! At the right moment all will be laid
aside, as the man whose strength increases lays down the crutch which
has been a good friend to him in his weakness. But his changes won’t be
over then. His hobble will become a walk, and his walk a run. There is
no finality--CAN be none since the question concerns the infinite. All
this, which appears too advanced to you to-day, will seem reactionary
and conservative a thousand years hence.
Since I am upon this topic, may I say just a little more without boring
you? You say that criticism such as mine is merely destructive, and that
I have nothing to offer in place of what I pull down. This is not quite
correct. I think that there are certain elemental truths within our
grasp which ask for no faith for their acceptance, and which are
sufficient to furnish us with a practical religion, having so much of
reason in it that it would draw thinking men into its fold, not drive
them forth from it.
When we all get back to these elemental and provable facts there will
be some hopes of ending the petty bickerings of creeds, and of including
the whole human family in one comprehensive system of thought.
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