what
some people say ...
'.... What some people say on earth is that the final loss of one soul
gives the lie to all the joy of those who are saved.'
'Ye see it does not.'
'I feel in a way that it ought to.'
'That sounds very merciful: but see what lurks behind it.'
'What?'
'The demand of the loveless and the self-imprisoned that they should be
allowed to blackmail the universe: that till they consent to be happy (on
their own terms) no one else shall taste joy: that theirs' should be the
final power; that Hell should be able to veto Heaven.'
'I don't know what I want, Sir.'
'Son, son, it must be one way or the other. Either the day must come when
joy prevails and all the makers of misery are no longer able to infect
it: or else for ever and ever the makers of misery can destroy in others
the happiness they reject for themselves. I know it has a grand sound to
say ye'll accept no salvation which leaves even one creature in the dark
outside. But watch that sophistry or ye'll make a Dog in a Manger the tyrant
of the universe.'
'But dare one say—it is horrible to say—that Pity must ever die?'
'Ye must distinguish. The action of Pity will live for ever: but the passion
of Pity will not. The passion of pity, the pity we merely suffer, the ache
that draws men to concede what should not be conceded and to flatter when
they should speak truth, the pity that has cheated many a woman out of
her virginity and many a statesman out of his honesty—that will die. It
was used as a weapon by bad men against good ones: their weapon will be
broken.'
'And what is the other kind—the action?'
'It's a weapon on the other side. It leaps quicker than light from the
highest place to the lowest to bring healing and joy, whatever the cost
to itself. It changes darkness into light and evil into good. But it will
not, at the cunning tears of Hell, impose on good the tyranny of evil.
Every disease that submits to a cure shall be cured: but we will not call
blue yellow to please those who insist on still having jaundice, nor make
a midden of the world's garden for the sake of some who cannot abide the
smell of roses.'