All the towering materialism which dominates the modern mind restsultimately upon one assumption; a false assumption. It is supposed thatif a thing goes on repeating itself it is probably dead; a piece ofclockwork. People feel that if the universe was personal it would vary;if the sun were alive it would dance. This is a fallacy even in relationto known fact. For the variation in human affairs is generally broughtinto them, not by life, but by death; by the dying down or breaking offof their strength or desire. A man varies his movements because of someslight element of failure or fatigue. He gets into an omnibus because heis tired of walking; or he walks because he is tired of sitting still.But if his life and joy were so gigantic that he never tired of going toIslington, he might go to Islington as regularly as the Thames goes toSheerness. The very speed and ecstasy of his life would have thestillness of death. The sun rises every morning. I do not rise everymorning; but the variation is due not to my activity, but to myinaction. Now, to put the matter in a popular phrase, it might be truethat the sun rises regularly because he never gets tired of rising. Hisroutine might be due, not to a lifelessness, but to a rush of life. Thething I mean can be seen, for instance, in children, when they find somegame or joke that they specially enjoy. A child kicks his legsrhythmically through excess, not absence, of life. Because children haveabounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free,therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, "Doit again"; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearlydead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony.But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possiblethat God says every morning, "Do it again" to the sun; and everyevening, "Do it again" to the moon. It may not be automatic necessitythat makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisyseparately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that Hehas the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old,and our Father is younger than we. The repetition in Nature may not be amere recurrence; it may be a theatrical encore. Heaven may encorethe bird who laid an egg. If the human being conceives and brings fortha human child instead of bringing forth a fish, or a bat, or a griffin,the reason may not be that we are fixed in an animal fate without lifeor purpose. It may be that our little tragedy has touched the gods, thatthey admire it from their starry galleries, and that at the end of everyhuman drama man is called again and again before the curtain. Repetitionmay go on for millions of years, by mere choice, and at any instant itmay stop. Man may stand on the earth generation after generation, andyet each birth be his positively last appearance.
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