He did not rise above all the superst.i.tions of his day. While he hated Jehovah, he praised the G.o.d of Nature, the creator and preserver of all.
In this he was wrong, because, as Watson said in his Reply to Paine, the G.o.d of Nature is as heartless, as cruel as the G.o.d of the Bible.
But Paine was one of the pioneers--one of the t.i.tans, one of the heroes, who gladly gave his life, his every thought and act, to free and civilize mankind.
I read Voltaire--Voltaire, the greatest man of his century, and who did more for liberty of thought and speech than any other being, human or "divine." Voltaire, who tore the mask from hypocrisy and found behind the painted smile the fangs of hate. Voltaire, who attacked the savagery of the law, the cruel decisions of venal courts, and rescued victims from the wheel and rack. Voltaire, who waged war against the tyranny of thrones, the greed and heartlessness of power. Voltaire, who filled the flesh of priests with the barbed and poisoned arrows of his wit and made the pious jugglers, who cursed him in public, laugh at themselves in private. Voltaire, who sided with the oppressed, rescued the unfortunate, championed the obscure and weak, civilized judges, repealed laws and abolished torture in his native land.
In every direction this tireless man fought the absurd, the miraculous, the supernatural, the idiotic, the unjust. He had no reverence for the ancient. He was not awed by pageantry and pomp, by crowned Crime or mitered Pretence. Beneath the crown he saw the criminal, under the miter, the hypocrite.
To the bar of his conscience, his reason, he summoned the barbarism and the barbarians of his time. He p.r.o.nounced judgment against them all, and that judgment has been affirmed by the intelligent world. Voltaire lighted a torch and gave to others the sacred flame. The light still shines and will as long as man loves liberty and seeks for truth.
I read Zeno, the man who said, centuries before our Christ was born, that man could not own his fellow-man.
"No matter whether you claim a slave by purchase or capture, the t.i.tle is bad. They who claim to own their fellow-men, look down into the pit and forget the justice that should rule the world."
I became acquainted with Epicurus, who taught the religion of usefulness, of temperance, of courage and wisdom, and who said: "Why should I fear death? If I am, death is not. If death is, I am not. Why should I fear that which cannot exist when I do?"
I read about Socrates, who when on trial for his life, said, among other things, to his judges, these wondrous words: "I have not sought during my life to ama.s.s wealth and to adorn my body, but I have sought to adorn my soul with the jewels of wisdom, patience, and above all with a love of liberty."
So, I read about Diogenes, the philosopher who hated the superfluous--the enemy of waste and greed, and who one day entered the temple, reverently approached the altar, crushed a louse between the nails of his thumbs, and solemnly said: "The sacrifice of Diogenes to all the G.o.ds." This parodied the worship of the world--satirized all creeds, and in one act put the essence of religion.
Diogenes must have know of this "inspired" pa.s.sage--"Without the shedding of blood there is no remission of sins."
I compared Zeno, Epicurus and Socrates, three heathen wretches who had never heard of the Old Testament or the Ten Commandments, with Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, three favorites of Jehovah, and I was depraved enough to think that the Pagans were superior to the Patriarchs--and to Jehovah himself.
VII.
MY attention was turned to other religions, to the sacred books, the creeds and ceremonies of other lands--of India, Egypt, a.s.syria, Persia, of the dead and dying nations.
I concluded that all religions had the same foundation--a belief in the supernatural--a power above nature that man could influence by worship--by sacrifice and prayer.
I found that all religions rested on a mistaken conception of nature--that the religion of a people was the science of that people, that is to say, their explanation of the world--of life and death--of origin and destiny.
I concluded that all religions had substantially the same origin, and that in fact there has never been but one religion in the world. The twigs and leaves may differ, but the trunk is the same.
The poor African that pours out his heart to his deity of stone is on an exact religious level with the robed priest who supplicates his G.o.d. The same mistake, the same superst.i.tion, bends the knees and shuts the eyes of both. Both ask for supernatural aid, and neither has the slightest thought of the absolute uniformity of nature.
It seems probable to me that the first organized ceremonial religion was the worship of the sun. The sun was the "Sky Father," the "All Seeing,"
the source of life--the fireside of the world. The sun was regarded as a G.o.d who fought the darkness, the power of evil, the enemy of man.
There have been many sun-G.o.ds, and they seem to have been the chief deities in the ancient religions. They have been worshiped in many lands--by many nations that have pa.s.sed to death and dust.
Apollo was a sun-G.o.d and he fought and conquered the serpent of night.
Baldur was a sun-G.o.d. He was in love with the Dawn--a maiden. Chrishna was a sun-G.o.d. At his birth the Ganges was thrilled from its source to the sea, and all the trees, the dead as well as the living, burst into leaf and bud and flower. Hercules was a sun-G.o.d and so was Samson, whose strength was in his hair--that is to say, in his beams. He was shorn of his strength by Delilah, the shadow--the darkness. Osiris, Bacchus, and Mithra, Hermes, Buddha, and Quetzalcoatl, Prometheus, Zoroaster, and Perseus, Cadom, Lao-tsze, Fo-hi, Horus and Rameses, were all sun-G.o.ds.
All of these G.o.ds had G.o.ds for fathers and their mothers were virgins.
The births of nearly all were announced by stars, celebrated by celestial music, and voices declared that a blessing had come to the poor world. All of these G.o.ds were born in humble places--in caves, under trees, in common inns, and tyrants sought to kill them all when they were babes. All of these sun-G.o.ds were born at the winter solstice--on Christmas. Nearly all were worshiped by "wise men." All of them fasted for forty days--all of them taught in parables--all of them wrought miracles--all met with a violent death, and all rose from the dead.
The history of these G.o.ds is the exact history of our Christ.
This is not a coincidence--an accident. Christ was a sun-G.o.d. Christ was a new name for an old biography--a survival--the last of the sun-G.o.ds.
Christ was not a man, but a myth--not a life, but a legend.
I found that we had not only borrowed our Christ--but that all our sacraments, symbols and ceremonies were legacies that we received from the buried past. There is nothing original in Christianity.
The cross was a symbol thousands of years before our era. It was a symbol of life, of immortality--of the G.o.d Agni, and it was chiseled upon tombs many ages before a line of our Bible was written.
Baptism is far older than Christianity--than Judaism. The Hindus, Egyptians, Greeks and Romans had Holy Water long before a Catholic lived. The eucharist was borrowed from the Pagans. Ceres was the G.o.ddess of the fields--Bacchus of the vine. At the harvest festival they made cakes of wheat and said: "This is the flesh of the G.o.ddess." They drank wine and cried: "This is the blood of our G.o.d."
The Egyptians had a Trinity. They worshiped Osiris, Isis and Horus, thousands of years before the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost were known.
The Tree of Life grew in India, in China, and among the Aztecs, long before the Garden of Eden was planted.
Long before our Bible was known, other nations had their sacred books.
The dogmas of the Fall of Man, the Atonement and Salvation by Faith, are far older than our religion.
In our blessed gospel,--in our "divine scheme,"--there is nothing new--nothing original. All old--all borrowed, pieced and patched.
Then I concluded that all religions had been naturally produced, and that all were variations, modifications of one,--then I felt that I knew that all were the work of man.
VIII.
THE theologians had always insisted that their G.o.d was the creator of all living things--that the forms, parts, functions, colors and varieties of animals were the expressions of his fancy, taste and wisdom--that he made them all precisely as they are to-day--that he invented fins and legs and wings--that he furnished them with the weapons of attack, the shields of defence--that he formed them with reference to food and climate, taking into consideration all facts affecting life.
They insisted that man was a special creation, not related in any way to the animals below him. They also a.s.serted that all the forms of vegetation, from mosses to forests, were just the same to-day as the moment they were made.
Men of genius, who were for the most part free from religious prejudice, were examining these things--were looking for facts. They were examining the fossils of animals and plants--studying the forms of animals--their bones and muscles--the effect of climate and food--the strange modifications through which they had pa.s.sed.
Humboldt had published his lectures--filled with great thoughts--with splendid generalizations--with suggestions that stimulated the spirit of investigation, and with conclusions that satisfied the mind. He demonstrated the uniformity of Nature--the kinship of all that lives and grows--that breathes and thinks.
Darwin, with his Origin of Species, his theories about Natural Selection, the Survival of the Fittest, and the influence of environment, shed a flood of light upon the great problems of plant and animal life.
These things had been guessed, prophesied, a.s.serted, hinted by many others, but Darwin, with infinite patience, with perfect care and candor, found the facts, fulfilled the prophecies, and demonstrated the truth of the guesses, hints and a.s.sertions. He was, in my judgment, the keenest observer, the best judge of the meaning and value of a fact, the greatest Naturalist the world has produced.
The theological view began to look small and mean.
Spencer gave his theory of evolution and sustained it by countless facts. He stood at a great height, and with the eyes of a philosopher, a profound thinker, surveyed the world. He has influenced the thought of the wisest.
Theology looked more absurd than ever.
Huxley entered the lists for Darwin. No man ever had a sharper sword--a better shield. He challenged the world. The great theologians and the small scientists--those who had more courage than sense, accepted the challenge. Their poor bodies were carried away by their friends.
Huxley had intelligence, industry, genius, and the courage to express his thought. He was absolutely loyal to what he thought was truth.
Without prejudice and without fear, he followed the footsteps of life from the lowest to the highest forms.
Theology looked smaller still.