more real than either would be without it. The assurance that it is real is the way the depraved spirit of self-destruction sweeps over a man, when he fears that the indwelling is lost. No longer is it then sufficient to say, “I think, therefore I am”; nor, “I feel, therefore I am”, but, “I have communion with others; therefore I am”. To regain his composure a man then must say, “Surely an indwelling between mankind which seems so fraught with disaster, except in war where it works to perfection, can by God's grace be made to work for peace? ”
The greatest of all indwellings is with God, but unless one tries to share one's blessings they become stunted and poisoned. As Goethe and many others before him have said: faith must be expressed in action. Faust, who desired all power, at the end of his life was content to reclaim land from the sea, in order that free men and women might inhabit it; and as a result was saved. Goethe recognised that once life is lived in spiritual terms, salvation is a necessity, because the only alternative is hell.
Marx, on the other hand, would have us believe that the spiritual is a mere extension of the physical; that thoughts logical or illogical, feelings of affection or beauty, are merely the appendages of biochemical reactions in the brain. In preaching this, he attempts to destroy all traditional patterns of behaviour by depriving them of purpose. And Freud is the prophet of Marx, for by reducing everything to sexual motivation he destroys the moral value of action, and so provides the science that helps persuade people that Marx was right. I do not argue with all this: I turn the tables on it by describing the whole of life in spiritual terms, and in the process dethrone Freud. With my theory that all actions (including sexual acts) are the putting into practice of confidence and lack of confidence at the same time, I diminish sex until it is…