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perfect faith in his own salvation and an equally per- 

 fect faith in the damnation of most everybody else, is 

 difficult to understand. 



A true Monist would rather be in hell asking for water 

 than in heaven denying it. He loves humanity because 

 he is Humanity, and he loves God because he is God. 

 As a single drop of water mirrors the globe, so does a 

 single man mirror the race. And the evolution biolog- 

 ical and sociological of the man mirrors the evolution 

 of the species. 



"When one once grasps the beauty and splendor of the 

 monistic idea, how mean and small become all those 

 little, fearsome "schemes of salvation," whereby men 

 were to be separated and impassible gulfs fixed be- 

 tween them. Those who fix gulfs here and now are 

 intent on showing that God will fix gulfs hereafter; 

 and thus we see how man is continually creating God 

 in his own image. His idea of God's justice is always 

 built on his own, and, as usually, our deities are more 

 or less inherited heirlooms of the past we see that 

 it is not at all strange that men should be better than 

 their religion. They drag their dead creeds behind them 

 like a stage coach, with priests and preachers on top; 

 kings and nobles inside; and coffins full of past sins in 

 the boot. A man is always better than his creed, un- 

 less perchance he makes his creed new every day. 

 Hand-me-down religions seldom fit, and professional 

 theology is mostly a-dealing in ol' do'. 



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