This is a strange place, and extraordinary place, and
interesting. There is nothing resembling it at home. The
people are all insane, the other animals are all insane,
the earth is insane, Nature itself is insane. Man is a
marvelous curiosity. When he is at his very very best he
is a sort of low grade nickel-plated angel; at is worst
he is unspeakable, unimaginable; and first and last and
all the time he is a sarcasm. Yet he blandly and in all
sincerity calls himself the ''noblest work of God.''
This is the truth I am telling you. And this is not a
new idea with him, he has talked it through all the
ages, and believed it. Believed it, and found nobody
among all his race to laugh at it. Moreover -- if I may
put another strain upon you -- he thinks he is the
Creator's pet. He believes the Creator is proud of him;
he even believes the Creator loves him; has a passion
for him; sits up nights to admire him; yes, and watch
over him and keep him out of trouble. He prays to Him,
and thinks He listens. Isn't it a quaint idea? Fills his
prayers with crude and bald and florid flatteries of
Him, and thinks He sits and purrs over these
extravagancies and enjoys them. He prays for help, and
favor, and protection, every day; and does it with
hopefulness and confidence, too, although no prayer of
his has ever been answered. The daily affront, the daily
defeat, do not discourage him, he goes on praying just
the same. There is something almost fine about this
perseverance. I must put one more strain upon you: he
thinks he is going to heaven! He has salaried teachers
who tell him that. They also tell him there is a hell,
of everlasting fire, and that he will go to it if he
doesn't keep the Commandments. What are Commandments?
They are a curiosity. I will tell you about them by and
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