religion is a very real and a very precious thing to me.â
âVery well,â said the other, as if changing his plan. âWill you believe in me?â
âIn what sense?â
âWill you come with me to the mountains? It will hurt at first, until your feet are hardened. Reality is harsh to the feet of shadows. But will you come?â
âWell, that is a plan. I am perfectly ready to consider it. Of course I should require some assurancesâ¦I should want a guarantee that you are taking me to a place where I shall find a wider sphere of usefulnessâand scope forthe talents that God has given meâand an atmosphere of free inquiryâin short, all that one means by civilisation andâerâthe spiritual life.â
âNo,â said the other. âI can promise you none of these things. No sphere of usefulness: you are not needed there at all. No scope for your talents: only forgiveness for having perverted them. No atmosphere of inquiry, for I will bring you to the land not of questions but of answers, and you shall see the face of God.â
âAh, but we must all interpret those beautiful words in our own way! For me there is no such thing as a final answer. The free wind of inquiry must always continue to blow through the mind, must it not? âProve all thingsââ¦to travel hopefully is better than to arrive.â
âIf that were true, and known to be true, how could anyone travel hopefully? There would be nothing to hope for.â
âBut you must feel yourself that there is something stifling about the idea of finality? Stagnation, my dear boy, what is more soul-destroying than stagnation?â
âYou think that, because hitherto you have experienced truth only with the abstract intellect. I will bring you where you can taste it like honey and be embraced by it as by a bridegroom. Your thirst shall be quenched.â
âWell, really, you know, I am not aware of a thirst for some ready-made truth which puts an end to intellectual activity in the way you seem to be describing. Will it leave me the free play of Mind, Dick? I must insist on that, you know.â
âFree, as a man is free to drink while he is drinking. He is not free still to be dry.â The Ghost seemed to think for a moment. âI can make nothing of that idea,â it said.
âListen!â said the White Spirit. âOnce you were a child. Once you knew what inquiry was for. There was a time when you asked questions because you wanted answers, and were glad when you had found them. Become that child again: even now.â
âAh, but when I became a man I put away childish things.â
âYou have gone far wrong. Thirst was made for water; inquiry for truth. What you now call the free play of inquiry has neither more nor less to do with the ends for which intelligence was given you than masturbation has to do with marriage.â
âIf we cannot be reverent, there is at least no need to be obscene. The suggestion that I should return at my age to the mere factual inquisitiveness of boyhood strikes me as preposterous. In any case, that question-and-answerconception of thought only applies to matters of fact. Religious and speculative questions are surely on a different level.â
âWe know nothing of religion here: we think only of Christ. We know nothing of speculation. Come and see. I will bring you to Eternal Fact, the Father of all other fact-hood.â
âI should object very strongly to describing God as a âfactâ. The Supreme Value would surely be a less inadequate description. It is hardlyâ¦â
âDo you not even believe that He exists?â
âExists? What does Existence mean? You will keep on implying some sort of static, ready-made reality which is, so to speak, âthereâ, and to which our minds have simply to conform. These great mysteries cannot be approached in that way. If there were such a thing
Johnny Shaw, Matthew Funk, Gary Phillips, Christopher Blair, Cameron Ashley