There was a time when man was not, nor monkey, nor cow, not catfish. But the amœba (or the electron, or the atom, or whatever it is) always was and always will be.
Boom! tiddy-ra-ta! Boom!
Boom! tiddy-ra-ta! Boom!
How do you know? How does anyone know, what always was or wasn’t? Bunk of geology, and strata, and all that, biology or evolution.
“One, two, three four five,
Catch a little fish alive.
Six, seven, eight nine ten,
I have let him go again....”
Bunk of beginnings and of ends, and heads and tails. Why does man always want to know so damned much? Or rather, so damned little? If he can’t draw a ring round creation, and fasten the serpent’s tail into its mouth with the padlock of one final clinching idea, then creation can go to hell, as far as man is concerned.
There is such a thing as life, or life energy. We know, because we’ve got it, or had it. It isn’t a constant. It comes and it goes. But we want it.
This I think is incontestable.
More than anything else in the world, we want to have life, and life-energy abundant in us. We think if we eat yeast, vitamines and proteids, we’re sure of it. We’re had. We diddle ourselves for the million millionth time.
What we want is life, and life-energy inside us. Where it comes from, or what it is, we don’t know, and never shall. It is the capital X of all our knowledge.
But we want it, we must have it. It is the all in all.