第19部分(第3/7 頁)

　histology；　morphology；　and　so　on；　with　regard　to　it；　I　should　have　exhausted　its　meanings？　What　is　all　this　but　words；　words；　words？　Interesting；　yes；　as　observation；　but；　the　more　interesting；　so　much　the　more　provocative　of　wonder　and　of　hopeless　questioning。　One　may　gaze　and　think　till　the　brain　whirls……till　the　little　blossom　in　one's　hand　bees　as　overwhelming　a　miracle　as　the　very　sun　in　heaven。　Nothing　to　be　known？　The　flower　simply　a　flower；　and　there　an　end　on't？　The　man　simply　a　product　of　evolutionary　law；　his　senses　and　his　intellect　merely　availing　him　to　take　account　of　the　natural　mechanism　of　which　he　forms　a　part？　I　find　it　very　hard　to　believe　that　this　is　the　conviction　of　any　human　mind。　Rather　I　would　think　that　despair　at　an　insoluble　problem；　and　perhaps　impatience　with　those　who　pretend　to　solve　it；　bring　about　a　resolute　disregard　of　everything　beyond　the　physical　fact；　and　so　at　length　a　self…deception　which　seems　obtuseness。

X

It　may　well　be　that　what　we　call　the　unknowable　will　be　for　ever　the　unknown。　In　that　thought　is　there　not　a　pathos　beyond　words？　It　may　be　that　the　human　race　will　live　and　pass　away；　all　mankind；　from　him　who　in　the　world's　dawn　first　shaped　to　his　fearful　mind　an　image　of　the　Lord　of　Life；　to　him　who；　in　the　dusking　twilight　of　the　last　age；　shall　crouch　before　a　deity　of　stone　or　wood；　and　never　one　of　that　long　lineage　have　learnt　the　wherefore　of　his　being。　The　prophets；　the　martyrs；　their　noble　anguish　vain　and　meaningless；　the　wise　whose　thought　strove　to　eternity；　and　was　but　an　idle　dream；　the　pure　in　heart　whose　life　was　a　vision　of　the　living　God；　the　suffering　and　the　mourners　whose　solace　was　in　a　world　to　e；　the　victims　of　injustice　who　cried　to　the　Judge　Supreme……all　gone　down　into　silence；