From the first rude times of Pagani

From the first rude times of Paganism among the Scandinavians in the North, we advance to a very different epoch of religion, among a very different people: Mahometanism among the Arabs. A great change; what a change and progress is indicated here, in the universal condition and thoughts of men!
The Hero is not now regarded as a God among his fellowmen; but as one God-inspired, as a Prophet. It is the second phasis of Hero-worship: the first or oldest, we may say, has passed away without return; in the history of the world there will not again be any man, never so great, whom his fellowmen will take for a god. Nay we might rationally ask, Did any set of human beings ever really think the man they saw there standing beside them a god, the maker of this world? Perhaps not: it was usually some man they remembered, or had seen. But neither can this any more be. The Great Man is not recognized henceforth as a god any more.
It was a rude gross error, that of counting the Great Man a god. Yet let us say that it is at all times difficult to know what he is, or how to account of him and receive him! The most significant feature in the history of an epoch is the manner it has of welcoming a Great Man. Ever, to the true instincts of men, there is something godlike in him. Whether they shall take him to be a god, to be a prophet, or what they shall take him to be? that is ever a grand question; by their way of answering that, we shall see, as through a little window, into the very heart of these men's spiritual condition. For at bottom the Great Man, as he comes from the hand of Nature, is ever the same kind of thing: Odin, Luther, Johnson, Burns; I hope to make it appear that these are all originally of one stuff; that only by the world's reception of them, and the shapes they assume, are they so immeasurably diverse. The worship of Odin astonishes us,—to fall prostrate before the Great Man, into deliquium of love and wonder over him, and feel in their hearts that he was a denizen of the skies, a god! This was imperfect enough: but to welcome, for example, a Burns as we did, was that what we can call perfect? The most precious gift that Heaven can give to the Earth; a man of "genius" as we call it; the Soul of a Man actually sent down from the skies with a God's-message to us,—this we waste away as an idle artificial firework, sent to amuse us a little, and sink it into ashes, wreck and ineffectuality: such reception of a Great Man I do not call very perfect either! Looking into the heart of the thing, one may perhaps call that of Burns a still uglier phenomenon, betokening still sadder imperfections in mankind's ways, than the Scandinavian method itself! To fall into mere unreasoning deliquium of love and admiration, was not good; but such unreasoning, nay irrational supercilious no-love at all is perhaps still worse!—It is a thing forever changing, this of Hero-worship: different in each age, difficult to do well in any age. Indeed, the heart of the whole business of the age, one may say, is to do it well.
We have chosen Mahomet not as the most eminent Prophet; but as the one we are freest to speak of. He is by no means the truest of Prophets; but I do esteem him a true one. Farther, as there is no danger of our becoming, any of us, Mahometans, I mean to say all the good of him I justly can. It is the way to get at his secret: let us try to understand what he meant with the world; what the world meant and means with him, will then be a more answerable question. Our current hypothesis about Mahomet, that he was a scheming Impostor, a Falsehood incarnate, that his religion is a mere mass of quackery and fatuity, begins really to be now untenable to any one. The lies, which well-meaning zeal has heaped round this man, are disgraceful to ourselves only. When Pococke inquired of Grotius, Where the proof was of that story of the pigeon, trained to pick peas from Mahomet's ear, and pass for an angel dictating to him? Grotius answered that there was no proof! It is really time to dismiss all that. The word this man spoke has been the life-guidance now of a hundred and eighty millions of men these twelve hundred years. These hundred and eighty millions were made by God as well as we. A greater number of God's creatures believe in Mahomet's word at this hour, than in any other word whatever. Are we to suppose that it was a miserable piece of spiritual legerdemain, this which so many creatures of the Almighty have lived by and died by? I, for my part, cannot form any such supposition. I will believe most things sooner than that. One would be entirely at a loss what to think of this world at all, if quackery so grew and were sanctioned here.
Alas, such theories are very lamentable. If we would attain to knowledge of anything in God's true Creation, let us disbelieve them wholly! They are the product of an Age of Scepticism: they indicate the saddest spiritual paralysis, and mere death-life of the souls of men: more godless theory, I think, was never promulgated in this Earth. A false man found a religion? Why, a false man cannot build a brick house! If he do not know and follow truly the properties of mortar, burnt clay and what else be works in, it is no house that he makes, but a rubbish-heap. It will not stand for twelve centuries, to lodge a hundred and eighty millions; it will fall straightway. A man must conform himself to Nature's laws, be verily in communion with Nature and the truth of things, or Nature will answer him, No, not at all! Speciosities are specious—ah me!—a Cagliostro, many Cagliostros, prominent world-leaders, do prosper by their quackery, for a day. It is like a forged bank-note; they get it passed out of their worthless hands: others, not they, have to smart for it. Nature bursts up in fire-flames, French Revolutions and such like, proclaiming with terrible veracity that forged notes are forged.
But of a Great Man especially, of him I will venture to assert that it is incredible he should have been other than true. It seems to me the primary foundation of him, and of all that can lie in him, this. No Mirabeau, Napoleon, Burns, Cromwell, no man adequate to do anything, but is first of all in right earnest about it; what I call a sincere man. I should say sincerity, a deep, great, genuine sincerity, is the first characteristic of all men in any way heroic. Not the sincerity that calls itself sincere; ah no, that is a very poor matter indeed;—a shallow braggart conscious sincerity; oftenest self-conceit mainly. The Great Man's sincerity is of the kind he cannot speak of, is not conscious of: nay, I suppose, he is conscious rather of insincerity; for what man can walk accurately by the law of truth for one day? No, the Great Man does not boast himself sincere, far from that; perhaps does not ask himself if he is so: I would say rather, his sincerity does not depend on himself; he cannot help being sincere! The great Fact of Existence is great to him. Fly as he will, he cannot get out of the awful presence of this Reality. His mind is so made; he is great by that, first of all. Fearful and wonderful, real as Life, real as Death, is this Universe to him. Though all men should forget its truth, and walk in a vain show, he cannot. At all moments the Flame-image glares in upon him; undeniable, there, there!—I wish you to take this as my primary definition of a Great Man. A little man may have this, it is competent to all men that God has made: but a Great Man cannot be without it.
Such a man is what we call an original man; he comes to us at first-hand. A messenger he, sent from the Infinite Unknown with tidings to us. We may call him Poet, Prophet, God;—in one way or other, we all feel that the words he utters are as no other man's words. Direct from the Inner Fact of things;—he lives, and has to live, in daily communion with that. Hearsays cannot hide it from him; he is blind, homeless, miserable, following hearsays; it glares in upon him. Really his utterances, are they not a kind of "revelation;"—what we must call such for want of some other name? It is from the heart of the world that he comes; he is portion of the primal reality of things. God has made many revelations: but this man too, has not God made him, the latest and newest of all? The "inspiration of the Almighty giveth him understanding:" we must listen before all to him.
This Mahomet, then, we will in no wise consider as an Inanity and Theatricality, a poor conscious ambitious schemer; we cannot conceive him so. The rude message he delivered was a real one withal; an earnest confused voice from the unknown Deep. The man's words were not false, nor his workings here below; no Inanity and Simulacrum; a fiery mass of Life cast up from the great bosom of Nature herself. To kindle the world; the world's Maker had ordered it so. Neither can the faults, imperfections, insincerities even, of Mahomet, if such were never so well proved against him, shake this primary fact about him.
On the whole, we make too much of faults; the details of the business hide the real centre of it. Faults? The greatest of faults, I should say, is to be conscious of none. Readers of the Bible above all, one would think, might know better. Who is called there "the man according to God's own heart"? David, the Hebrew King, had fallen into sins enough; blackest crimes; there was no want of sins. And thereupon the unbelievers sneer and ask, Is this your man according to God's heart? The sneer, I must say, seems to me but a shallow one. What are faults, what are the outward details of a life; if the inner secret of it, the remorse, temptations, true, often-baffled, never-ended struggle of it, be forgotten? "It is not in man that walketh to direct his steps." Of all acts, is not, for a man, repentance the most divine? The deadliest sin, I say, were that same supercilious consciousness of no sin;—that is death; the heart so conscious is divorced from sincerity, humi

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Dari pertama kali kasar paganisme antara Scandinavia di Utara, kita maju ke zaman yang sangat berbeda dari agama, antara orang yang sangat berbeda: Mahometanism kalangan Arab. Perubahan besar; apa perubahan dan kemajuan yang ditunjukkan di sini, dalam kondisi universal dan pikiran laki-laki! Pahlawan tidak sekarang dianggap sebagai Tuhan di antara rekan-rekan-nya; tapi sebagai salah satu diilhami Tuhan, sebagai seorang nabi. Ini adalah kedua phasis dari Hero-worship: pertama atau tertua, kita dapat mengatakan, telah berlalu tanpa kembali; dalam sejarah dunia tidak akan lagi ada setiap manusia tidak pernah begitu besar, yang rekan-rekan nya akan Allah. Nay kita mungkin secara rasional bertanya, Apakah set manusia pernah benar-benar berpikir orang mereka melihat ada berdiri di samping mereka dewa, pembuat dunia ini? Mungkin tidak: itu biasanya beberapa pria mereka ingat, atau telah melihat. Tetapi tidak lagi dapat ini. Orang besar tidak diakui selanjutnya sebagai dewa lagi. Itu adalah kesalahan besar kasar, yang menghitung besar manusia Allah. Namun Mari kita mengatakan bahwa itu adalah sepanjang waktu sulit untuk mengetahui apa yang dia itu, atau bagaimana tentang dia dan menerima-nya! Fitur yang paling signifikan dalam sejarah zaman adalah cara itu telah menyambut besar Man. pernah, naluri benar laki-laki, ada sesuatu yang ilahi dalam dirinya. Apakah mereka akan mengambil dia menjadi Tuhan, untuk menjadi seorang nabi, atau apa yang mereka akan mengambil dia menjadi? Itulah pernah pertanyaan grand; oleh cara mereka menjawab bahwa, kita akan melihat, seperti melalui sebuah jendela kecil, ke jantung kondisi rohani orang-orang ini. Untuk di bawah orang besar, karena ia berasal dari sisi alam, adalah pernah jenis hal yang sama: Odin, Luther, Johnson, luka bakar; Saya berharap untuk membuatnya tampak bahwa ini adalah semua awalnya satu hal; yang hanya dengan penerimaan di dunia mereka, dan bentuk mereka menganggap, adalah mereka yang sangat tak terkira beragam. Penyembahan Odin mencengangkan kita, — jatuh bersujud sebelum orang besar, ke dalam deliquium kasih dan heran atas dirinya, dan merasa dalam hati mereka bahwa dia adalah penghuni langit, Tuhan! Ini tidak cukup sempurna: tetapi untuk menyambut, misalnya, Burns seperti yang kita lakukan, adalah bahwa apa yang kita dapat memanggil yang sempurna? Hadiah yang paling berharga yang dapat memberikan surga ke bumi; seorang pria dari "jenius" seperti yang kita sebut itu; Jiwa manusia benar-benar diturunkan dari langit dengan pesan Tuhan kepada kita, — ini yang kita menyia-nyiakan sebagai kembang api buatan siaga, dikirim untuk menghibur kita sedikit, dan tenggelam dalam abu, kecelakaan dan ineffectuality: seperti penerimaan orang besar aku tidak menyebut sangat sempurna baik! Melihat ke jantung masalahnya, salah satu mungkin mungkin panggilan yang luka bakar fenomena yang masih jelek, yang menandakan persamaan masih sedih ketidaksempurnaan dalam cara manusia, daripada metode Skandinavia itu sendiri! Jatuh ke deliquium tak beralasan sekadar cinta dan kekaguman, itu tidak baik; Tapi seperti tak beralasan, nay irasional congkak no-cinta sama sekali mungkin masih buruk! — itu adalah sesuatu yang selamanya berubah, ini Hero-worship: berbeda dalam setiap zaman, sulit untuk melakukannya dengan baik di segala usia. Memang, jantung seluruh usaha usia, orang mungkin mengatakan, adalah untuk melakukannya dengan baik. We have chosen Mahomet not as the most eminent Prophet; but as the one we are freest to speak of. He is by no means the truest of Prophets; but I do esteem him a true one. Farther, as there is no danger of our becoming, any of us, Mahometans, I mean to say all the good of him I justly can. It is the way to get at his secret: let us try to understand what he meant with the world; what the world meant and means with him, will then be a more answerable question. Our current hypothesis about Mahomet, that he was a scheming Impostor, a Falsehood incarnate, that his religion is a mere mass of quackery and fatuity, begins really to be now untenable to any one. The lies, which well-meaning zeal has heaped round this man, are disgraceful to ourselves only. When Pococke inquired of Grotius, Where the proof was of that story of the pigeon, trained to pick peas from Mahomet's ear, and pass for an angel dictating to him? Grotius answered that there was no proof! It is really time to dismiss all that. The word this man spoke has been the life-guidance now of a hundred and eighty millions of men these twelve hundred years. These hundred and eighty millions were made by God as well as we. A greater number of God's creatures believe in Mahomet's word at this hour, than in any other word whatever. Are we to suppose that it was a miserable piece of spiritual legerdemain, this which so many creatures of the Almighty have lived by and died by? I, for my part, cannot form any such supposition. I will believe most things sooner than that. One would be entirely at a loss what to think of this world at all, if quackery so grew and were sanctioned here. Sayangnya, teori-teori tersebut sangat menyedihkan. Jika kita akan mencapai pengetahuan tentang apa-apa dalam ciptaan Allah sejati, mari kita kafir mereka sepenuhnya! Mereka adalah produk umur skeptisisme: mereka menunjukkan yang paling menyedihkan kelumpuhan spiritual, dan hanya kematian-kehidupan jiwa manusia: lebih tidak bertuhan teori, saya pikir, disahkan pernah di bumi ini. Seorang pria yang palsu ditemukan agama? Mengapa, seorang palsu tidak bisa membangun sebuah rumah bata! Jika dia tidak tahu dan benar-benar mengikuti sifat adukan semen, tanah liat yang dibakar dan apa lagi menjadi bekerja di, itu tidak ada rumah yang ia buat, tapi tumpukan sampah. Itu tidak akan bertahan selama berabad-abad kedua belas, untuk mengajukan seratus delapan puluh juta; akan jatuh kemudia. Seorang pria harus menyesuaikan dirinya kepada hukum-hukum alam, menjadi sesungguhnya dalam persekutuan dengan alam dan kebenaran hal, atau alam akan menjawab dia, tidak, tidak sama sekali! Speciosities tampak bagus — ah saya! — Cagliostro, banyak Cagliostros, pemimpin dunia terkemuka, prosper oleh perdukunan mereka, untuk satu hari. Seperti uang kertas palsu. mereka mendapatkan itu berlalu dari tangan mereka tidak berharga: orang lain, bukan mereka, harus cerdas untuk itu. Alam meledak di api-api, Revolusi Perancis dan seperti, menyatakan dengan kebenaran mengerikan yang ditempa catatan dipalsukan. But of a Great Man especially, of him I will venture to assert that it is incredible he should have been other than true. It seems to me the primary foundation of him, and of all that can lie in him, this. No Mirabeau, Napoleon, Burns, Cromwell, no man adequate to do anything, but is first of all in right earnest about it; what I call a sincere man. I should say sincerity, a deep, great, genuine sincerity, is the first characteristic of all men in any way heroic. Not the sincerity that calls itself sincere; ah no, that is a very poor matter indeed;—a shallow braggart conscious sincerity; oftenest self-conceit mainly. The Great Man's sincerity is of the kind he cannot speak of, is not conscious of: nay, I suppose, he is conscious rather of insincerity; for what man can walk accurately by the law of truth for one day? No, the Great Man does not boast himself sincere, far from that; perhaps does not ask himself if he is so: I would say rather, his sincerity does not depend on himself; he cannot help being sincere! The great Fact of Existence is great to him. Fly as he will, he cannot get out of the awful presence of this Reality. His mind is so made; he is great by that, first of all. Fearful and wonderful, real as Life, real as Death, is this Universe to him. Though all men should forget its truth, and walk in a vain show, he cannot. At all moments the Flame-image glares in upon him; undeniable, there, there!—I wish you to take this as my primary definition of a Great Man. A little man may have this, it is competent to all men that God has made: but a Great Man cannot be without it. Such a man is what we call an original man; he comes to us at first-hand. A messenger he, sent from the Infinite Unknown with tidings to us. We may call him Poet, Prophet, God;—in one way or other, we all feel that the words he utters are as no other man's words. Direct from the Inner Fact of things;—he lives, and has to live, in daily communion with that. Hearsays cannot hide it from him; he is blind, homeless, miserable, following hearsays; it glares in upon him. Really his utterances, are they not a kind of "revelation;"—what we must call such for want of some other name? It is from the heart of the world that he comes; he is portion of the primal reality of things. God has made many revelations: but this man too, has not God made him, the latest and newest of all? The "inspiration of the Almighty giveth him understanding:" we must listen before all to him. This Mahomet, then, we will in no wise consider as an Inanity and Theatricality, a poor conscious ambitious schemer; we cannot conceive him so. The rude message he delivered was a real one withal; an earnest confused voice from the unknown Deep. The man's words were not false, nor his workings here below; no Inanity and Simulacrum; a fiery mass of Life cast up from the great bosom of Nature herself. To kindle the world; the world's Maker had ordered it so. Neither can the faults, imperfections, insincerities even, of Mahomet, if such were never so well proved against him, shake this primary fact about him. On the whole, we make too much of faults; the details of the business hide the real centre of it. Faults? The greatest of faults, I should say, is to be conscious of none. Readers of the Bible above all, one would think, might know better. Who is called there "the man according to God's own heart"? David, the Hebrew King, had fallen into sins enough; blackest crimes; there was no want of sins. And thereupon the unbelievers sneer and ask, Is this your man according to God's heart? The sneer, I must say, seems to me but a shallow one. What are faults, what are the outward details of a life; if the inner secret of it, the remorse, temptations, true, often-baffled, never-ended struggle of it, be forgotten? "It is not in man that walketh to direct his steps." Of all acts, is not, for a man, repentance the most divine? The deadliest sin, I say, were that same supercilious consciousness of no sin;—that is death; the heart so conscious is divorced from sincerity, humi