BEHOLD your Cross, Christians!
With the upright division into
sex
men on this
side, women on that side
without any division into inferiority and
superiority
only
differences,
divided
in the mystic, tangible and intangible difference.
And then, truth much more
bitter to accept,
the horizontal division of mankind
into that which is below the level, and that
which is above. .
That which is truly man, and that which is robot,
the ego-bound.
On this cross of division,
division into sex
division into slave and freeman
Christ, the human consciousness
was crucified
to set all men free
to make all men
noble
to wipe away
the mystic barriers of sex.
In vain, in vain, in vain, oh vastly in vain
this horrific
crucifixion.
Now
risen Man and risen lord
risen from the dead, after this
crucifixion
must
learn the supreme lesson —
That sex is an eternal upright division, before which we
must bow
and live in
the acceptance of it,
it can never be wiped out;
the gods that made us are
greater than our consciousness
and we, we are mostly unexplored
hinterland
and our
consciousness is a spot of light in a great but living
darkness.
And then, risen, we must learn the most cruel
lesson
of the
horizontal division of mankind
the eternal division between the base and the
beautiful.
The base,
those that are below the bar of the cross
the small ones, ego-bound,
little machines running in an
enclosed circle of self
the
inferiors.
The inferiors, the inferiors, there they are, in
hordes.
And they
will destroy all, unless they are made to submit
and to serve that which is
flamey or pure and watery or swift
wind or sound ringing
rock
that which is elemental and of the substantial gods in
man.
Mankind is lost
and lost forever
unless men swiftly divide again, and the base are thrust
down
into service,
like the roots of trees.
For to-day, the base, the robots sit on the thrones of
the world
in all the
high places, and they are masters of industry
and rulers of millions of
robots,being robots themselves, the same
only the brainy
sort:
But brainy
robot, or aesthetic robot, or merely muscular or
mechanical robot
it is all the same
less than real men, inferiors,
inferiors.
How then are the few men, men of the wind and
rain
men of the fire
and rock, how are they going to come forth
from the robot mass of rich and
poor, mechanical ego-bound myriads?
Life will find a way.
Life always finds a
way.
Only. Oh man,
stare, stare into the gulf
between you and the robot-hordes, misnamed your
fellow-men.