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Page 41
Thor, having stared in silence at his descendant, came out with a
stentorian Viking laugh, which Balder sustained with perfect
good-humor.
"Ho, ho!--the devil is in you, son!--in those black eyes of
yours,--ho, ho! No other Helwyse ever had such eyes,--or such ideas
either! Well, but supposing you passed the condensation point, what
then?"
Balder, who was entirely in earnest about the matter, answered
gravely,--
"I cease to be; but what was I becomes the pure, life-giving,
spiritual substance, and enters into fresh personalities, and so
passes up again in endless circulation."
"Hum! and how with the evil ones, boy?"
"As with all waste matter; they are cast aside, and, as distinct
souls, are gradually annihilated. But they may still manure the soil,
and involuntarily help the growth of others. Sooner or later, in one
or another form, all come into use."
"For all I see, then," quoth Thor, "your devils come to the same end
as your gods!"
"There is the same kind of difference," returned the philosopher, "as
between light and earth,--both of which help the growth of flowers;
but light gives color and beauty, earth only the insipid matter. I
would rather be the light."
"Another thing," proceeded Thor, ignoring this distinction; "admitting
all else, how do you account for your region of condensation?"
"By the necessity of perfection," answered Balder, after some
consideration. "There would be no meaning in existence unless it
tended towards perfection. But you have hit on the unanswerable
question."
Thor shook his head and huge grizzled beard. "German University
humbug!" growled he. "Get you into a scrape some day. The cloud's not
made in that way, I tell you! Come, let's go back to the inn."
"Take my arm," said Balder; and as together they descended the spur of
the mountain, he added lovingly, "I'll bring no clouds across your
sky, my dear old man!" So the hospitable inn received them.
The discussion between the two was never renewed; but Balder held to
his creed. He elaborated and fortified what had been mere outline
before. No dogma can be conceived which many circumstances will not
seem to confirm and justify. But we cannot attempt to keep abreast of
Balder's deductions. There are as many theological systems as
individual souls; and no system can be wholly apprehended by any one
save its author.
Mastery of men and things,--supreme knowledge to the end of supreme
power,--such seems to have been his ambition,--an ambition too
abstract and lofty for much rivalry. Nature and human nature were at
once his laboratory and his instruments. His senses were to him
outlets of divinity. The good and evil of such a scheme scarce need
pointing out. It was the apotheosis of self-respect; but self-respect
raised to such a height becomes self-worship; human vision dazzles at
the sublimity of the prospect; at the moment of greatest weakness the
soul arrogates invincible power, and falls! For, the mightier man is,
the more absolutely does he need the support of a mightier Man than he
can ever be.
No doubt Balder had often been assailed by doubts and weariness; the
path had seemed too long and arduous, and he had secretly pined for
some swift issue from perplexity and delay. In such a moment was it
that the voice of darkness gained his ear, and, like a will-o'-the-wisp,
lured him to calamity. Verily, it is not easy to be God. Only builders
of the Tower of Babel know the awfulness of its overthrow.
Balder's spirit lay prostrate among the ruins, too stunned and
bewildered to see the reason or justice of his fall. Such a state is
dangerous, for, the better part of the mind being either occupied with
its disaster or stupefied by it, the superficial part is readily moved
to folly or extravagance,--to deeds and thoughts which a saner moment
would scout and ridicule. Well is it, then, if the blind steps are
guided to better foothold than they know how to choose. Angels are
said to be particularly watchful over those who sleep; perhaps, also,
during the darkness which follows on moral perversion.
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