Konx Om Pax

108 KONX OM PAX THE POET BURY me in a nameless grave! I came from God the world to save. I brought them wisdom from above: Worship, and liberty, and love. They slew me for I did disparage Therefore Religion, Law, and Marriage. So be my grave without a name That earth may swallow up my shame! Arthur! said the big man, more tenderly than he had yet spoken, there was once a man like you. He wished your wish, not with‘tears, but with laughter; he had his wish, as you shall have yours. In spite of all, that nameless man is widely known as any in the world; they know not his name: they call him Jesus Christ. Now all the evil wrought by Jesus Christ is as nothing to the wish of that unknown poet. From this pinnacle of Adeptship we weigh the Universe in other scales—but this doctrine is known to you and understood of you, and I need say no more. Then said Arthur: Verily, all is Maya, all! He is God, and there is none other God than He! In silence his guests went down the narrow stairs. Arthur Gray turned him to the window and looked out on the blank wall of Holbein House. Well? said the Man. But the Socialist had hanged himself in his own red necktie. He had seen God, and died.