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
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,
On this cross of division, division into sex
division into slave and freeman
Christ, the human consciousness
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 his crucifixion
must learn the supreme lesson —
That sex is an eternal upright division, before which we must bow
and live in acceptance of it,
it can never be wiped out;
the gods that made us 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, 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 today, the base, the robots sit on 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.