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Soul of a Bishop-Part35_H. G. WELLS (1866-1946)_English Literature(文学名著)-第2页

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God without cessation, life would dissolve in religious ecstasy.

But nothing human has ever had the power to hold the curtain of



sense continually aside and retain the light of God always. We

must get along by remembering our moments of assurance. Even



Jesus himself, leader of all those who have hailed the coming

kingdom of God, had cried upon the cross, "My God, my God, why



hast thou forsaken me?" The business of life on earth, life

itself, is a thing curtained off, as it were, from such immediate



convictions. That is in the constitution of life. Our ordinary

state of belief, even when we are free from doubt, is necessarily



far removed from the intuitive certainty of sight and hearing. It

is a persuasion, it falls far short of perception....



"We don't know directly," Scrope said to himself with a

checking gesture of the hand, "we don't see. We can't. We hold on



to the remembered glimpse, we go over our reasons."...

And it was clear too just because God is thus manifest like the



momentary drawing of a curtain, sometimes to this man for a time

and sometimes to that, but never continuously to any, and because



the perception of him depends upon the ability and quality of the

perceiver, because to the intellectual man God is necessarily a



formula, to the active man a will and a commandment, and to the

emotional man love, there can be no creed defining him for all



men, and no ritual and special forms of service to justify a

priesthood. "God is God," he whispered to himself, and the phrase



seemed to him the discovery of a sufficient creed. God is his own

definition; there is no other definition of God. Scrope had



troubled himself with endless arguments whether God was a person,

whether he was concerned with personal troubles, whether he



loved, whether he was finite. It were as reasonable to argue

whether God was a frog or a rock or a tree. He had imagined God



as a figure of youth and courage, had perceived him as an

effulgence of leadership, a captain like the sun. The vision of



his drug-quickened mind had but symbolized what was otherwise

inexpressible. Of that he was now sure. He had not seen the



invisible but only its sign and visiblelikeness. He knew now

that all such presentations were true and that all such



presentations were false. Just as much and just as little was God

the darkness and the brightness of the ripples under the bows of



the distant boat, the black beauty of the leaves and twigs of

those trees now acid-clear against the flushed and deepening sky.



These riddles of the profundities were beyond the compass of

common living. They were beyond the needs of common living. He



was but a little earth parasite, sitting idle in the darkling

day, trying to understand his infinitesimal functions on a minor



planet. Within the compass of terrestrial living God showed

himself in its own terms. The life of man on earth was a struggle



for unity of spirit and for unity with his kind, and the aspect

of God that alone mattered to man was a unifying kingship without



and within. So long as men were men, so would they see God. Only

when they reached the crest could they begin to look beyond. So



we knew God, so God was to us; since we struggled, he led our

struggle, since we were finite and mortal he defined an aim, his



personality was the answer to our personality; but God, except in

so far as he was to us, remained inaccessible, inexplicable,



wonderful, shining through beauty, shining beyond research,

greater than time or space, above good and evil and pain and



pleasure.

(12)



Serope's mind was saturated as it had never been before by his

sense of the immediate presence of God. He floated in that



realization. He was not so much thinking now as conversing

starkly with the divine interlocutor, who penetrated all things



and saw into and illuminated every recess of his mind. He spread

out his ideas to the test of this presence; he brought out his



hazards and interpretations that this light might judge them.

There came back to his mind the substance of his two former






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