<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XXXIII" id="CHAPTER_XXXIII"></SPAN>CHAPTER XXXIII.</h2>
<h2>THE DOCTOR'S OPINION OF EGYPLOSIS.</h2>
<p>My experiences in Egyplosis were teaching me that even the most
perfect human organizations contain the elements of decay and death.
The human soul at variance with its own physical condition was hardly
the best ideal of a god. Here was happiness piled upon happiness, yet
the recipients thereof were not happy. Disappointments and suffering
are natural to man because life is supported on difficulty, and a
long-continued happiness is the sure forerunner of disaster. The
reaction of misery lies somewhere concealed from the eye of happiness,
and if it does not at once show itself, it will later on. Even in
well-guarded happiness, if one single pleasure be omitted, we
experience more regret at its absence than pleasure over the bounties
we enjoy. Hence, a large proportion of twin-souls were not wholly in
love with their life in the temple of souls, however enamored they
were of each other. Almost absolute freedom of action, freedom from
care, physical and mental exercises, soul development, the practice of
magic, the most alluring investigation of mental and spiritual themes,
the study and practice of art in all its forms, and the investigation
of inventive mechanism; a palace to live in, with vast galleries of
paintings and sculptures, salons for music, and schools of science,
libraries<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</SPAN></span> filled with the rarest works of history, literature and
poetry, and, most precious of all, the daily dalliance with
counterpart souls, could not make these people happy. The one thing
denied, which any reasonable man would say was simply the price paid
for all this glory, was considered the greatest of all misfortunes.
The imagination has a strange habit of passing lightly over happiness
possessed and settling down upon a little thing beyond reach and
exaggerating it to the utmost.</p>
<p>The imprisonment of Ardsolus and Merga created a profound sensation
among the ten thousand inmates of the palace. Sentiment was divided so
much that two political parties were formed—those who believed the
erring lovers had met a just fate, and those who thought the system at
fault in providing no means of immediate escape, when to reside in the
palace became imprisonment and a living death to certain souls. The
latter party was composed of the more youthful section of the
priesthood, who sympathized with the unfortunate lovers. These latter
would have got up a demonstration in their favor did not the stern
rules of Egyplosis suppress any such outbursts of popular feeling.</p>
<p>On the day following the imprisonment of the erring twin-soul, the
question was being discussed in the apartments occupied by the
officers of the <i>Polar King</i> and myself. We had been lodged in a noble
building not far from the palace of the goddess, while the sailors
were quartered in the fortress of Egyplosis, in company with the
wayleals of the palace itself.</p>
<p>"Your opinion of Egyplosis has possibly undergone a change since the
day of our reception," said the doctor.</p>
<p>"Well," said I, "I suppose the longer we stay here the more exact will
be our knowledge of this peculiar institution."</p>
<p>I had considered Egyplosis as a successful institution for developing
the human soul. Certainly Harikar with his beloved attributes required
a fit home for his complete development.</p>
<p>I had praised their oasis of love, of refinement, of rest, and of
beauty, and even ventured to assert that such a paradise was the
outcome of the love and purity of twin-souls. I forgot in my
enthusiasm the possibility of the soul being satiated with pleasure,
that life is a warfare ever seeking but never gaining repose, and that
we are led more by our passions and illusions than our judgment. I
forgot that while man resists pain he always yields to pleasure. I
forgot that he was created for<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</SPAN></span> difficulty, which is the oxygen that
feeds the flame of endeavor, and that difficulty alone can develop
efforts which pleasure so easily destroys.</p>
<p>"I am of the opinion," said the doctor, "that this institution is
founded on a perversion of human nature. This so-called hopeless love
is, as we have just had proof, one of the most disturbing elements in
life. Its victims resemble Tantalus, who, though steeped to the lips
in water, can never drink. They are the unhappy devotees of an idol,
and, like the Hindoos, stick into their sides the hooks of a cruel
passion and swing aloft in torture to the applause of an admiring
crowd."</p>
<p>"You evidently do not reverence hopeless love?" I remarked.</p>
<p>"I consider Egyplosis," he continued, "but a nervous asylum on a large
scale. This nervous temperament, with its hysterical raptures and
tears, its painful sensibility, its exalted spiritualism and
irresistible sympathy, departs so far from the steady temperate sphere
of action that can alone sustain alike the pleasures and
disappointments of life as to become the object of pity. These are the
marks of a mental disease. Ultra-romantic ideas and whimsical and
unaccountable tastes are attributes of this temperament. It is a kind
of insanity, not the insanity proceeding from hopeless mental
aberration, but founded on a systematic train of ideas born in a
heated enthusiasm. It may lead, however, to hopeless insanity."</p>
<p>"Doctor," said the astronomer, "you are taking a very cold-blooded
view of the subject. You seem not to have discovered that the life
here is ideal. From what you say one would think that love is a
species of insanity."</p>
<p>"That is precisely my idea," replied the doctor. "Haven't you observed
how foolishly people act when in love? All ordinary human prudence and
judgment are thrown aside. Love pares the claws and pulls the teeth of
man as a rational animal. Love is supreme folly."</p>
<p>"I think," said the astronomer, "the climate of this country has
something to do with the present institution. You see that the sun
here never sets, and, were it not for his diminutive size, would
infallibly turn the entire interior world into a desert, such as the
moon is at present, where the outer sun's heat falls for fourteen days
on the one spot without intermission, completely blasting her
territories. The mild yet incessant heat of Swang creates a fervor of
blood and a romance of temperament<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</SPAN></span> unknown in lands possessing night,
hence the practices of Egyplosis are a natural result of climatic
conditions. The appetite for ideal love has been created by the
climate, and the religion of the country very naturally responds to
the craving of such appetite. Who knows what excesses might not obtain
if no such restraint were imposed on the most gallant youth of the
country."</p>
<p>"I think," said the naturalist, "that the proper thing to do would be
to have their people imitate the conduct of Jacob of old and Rachel.
Jacob worshipped ideal love in the person of Rachel for seven years
and then married, her. If our commander would only propose such a
scheme to the supreme goddess it might possibly be favorably
considered."</p>
<p>"Do you really suppose," said I, "that I possess any influence with
the goddess, or that any recommendation of mine would be able to
change the constitution of Atvatabar?"</p>
<p>"Well, sir," said he, "if you will allow me to make the remark, I
think the supreme goddess takes quite as much interest in you as you
do in her, and would treat your opinions with great respect."</p>
<p>"You think more than I have ever dared to think," I replied, "and your
thought savors of sacrilege. The goddess belongs to her faith, her
country. To prefer an individual soul is to dethrone herself as
goddess and meet a painful death."</p>
<p>"In any case, whatever happens, you can rely on the fidelity of your
followers," said the naturalist.</p>
<p>The subject was fast becoming embarrassing and I merely said:
"Gentlemen, I am assured of your fidelity; so please let us dismiss
the subject."</p>
<p>The hour for rest having been sounded, I sought my couch, but not to
sleep. The remarks made by my companions, emphasized by my growing
fondness for the goddess, set me to thinking what the end would be of
our discovery of Atvatabar. I wondered if Lyone was not, as sung by
her devotees,</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"A chrysalis eager to hover<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And fly from her prison away."<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>Could it be that the goddess might possibly, if an occasion worthy of
such a step presented itself, fly from Egyplosis, renounce her throne,
her crown, her sublime office of supreme goddess of Harikar, and with
me retire to some far-off country,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</SPAN></span> braving in the meantime the almost
certain prospect of death. For her sake I felt I could meet any
situation, however terrible, but for my sake would she throw aside her
unparalleled dignities? Even if in trying to escape we outflew in my
own vessel their ships of war, we could never escape the ubiquitous
wayleals, the magnic-winged troops that could fight equally well on
land or sea.</p>
<p>Bah! I said, such a dream is idiotic. When I thought of the splendor
of the position that she would be obliged to renounce for the sake of
her love for the passing stranger, and of the awful penalties that
awaited transgression in one so exalted, I considered that no craving
of passion should dare to resist such difficulties.</p>
<p>Here duty was resistance. Nowhere is man exonerated from the penalty
of having to pay a price for his possessions, and even possession
itself is not happiness. Better, I said to myself, to depart in peace
than encourage the goddess in a desperate enterprise, if indeed she
had any such desires as my vanity attributed to her.</p>
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