To some it will appear that I am inventing a factitious
difficulty for my Conditioners. Other, more simple-minded, critics
may ask, `Why should you suppose they will be such bad men?' But I
am not supposing them to be bad men. They are, rather, not men (in
the old sense) at all. They are, if you like, men who have
sacrificed their own share in traditional humanity in order to
devote themselves to the task of deciding what `Humanity' shall
henceforth mean. `Good' and `bad', applied to them, are words
without content: for it is from them that the content of these
words is henceforward to be derived. Nor is their difficulty
factitious, "We might suppose that it was possible to say `After
all, most of us want more or less the same thingsfood and drink
and sexual intercourse, amusement, art, science, and the longest
possible life for individuals and for the species. Let them simply
say, This is what we happen to like, and go on to condition men in
the way most likely to produce it. Where's the trouble?' But this
will not answer. In the first place, it is false that we all really
like the same things. But even if we did, what motive is to impel
the Conditioners to scorn delights and live laborious days in order
that we, and posterity, may have what we like? Their duty? But that
is only the Tao, which they may decide to impose on us, but which
cannot be valid for them. If they accept it, then they are no
longer the makers of conscience but still its subjects, and their
final conquest over Nature has not really happened. The
preservation of the species? But why should the species be
preserved? One of the questions before them is whether this feeling
for posterity (they know well how it is produced) shall be
continued or not. However far they go back, or down, they can find
no ground to stand on. Every motive they try to act on becomes at
once petitio. It is not that they are bad men. They are not men at
all. Stepping outside the Tao, they have stepped into the void. Nor
are their subjects necessarily unhappy men. They are not men at
all: they are artefacts. Man's final conquest has proved to be the
abolition of Man.
Yet the Conditioners will act. When I said just now that all
motives fail them, I should have said all motives except one. All
motives that claim any validity other than that of their felt
emotional weight at a given moment have failed them. Everything
except the sic volo, sic jubeo has been explained away. But what
never claimed objectivity cannot be destroyed by subjectivism. The
impulse to scratch when I itch or to pull to pieces when I am
inquisitive is immune from the solvent which is fatal to my
justice, or honour, or care for posterity. When all that says It is
good' has been debunked, what says 1 want' remains. It cannot be
exploded or `seen through' because it never had any pretentions.
The Conditioners, therefore, must come to be motivated simply by
their own pleasure. I am not here speaking of the corrupting
influence of power nor expressing the fear that under it our
Conditioners will degenerate. The very words corrupt and degenerate
imply a doctrine of value and are therefore meaningless in this
context. My point is that those who stand outside all judgements of
value cannot have any ground for preferring one of their own
impulses to another except the emotional strength of that
impulse.
We may legitimately hope that among the impulses which arise in
minds thus emptied of all `rational' or `spiritual' motives, some
will be benevolent. I am very doubtful myself whether the
benevolent impulses, stripped of that preference and encouragement
which the Tao teaches us to give them and left to their merely
natural strength and frequency as psychological events, will have
much influence. I am very doubtful whether history shows us one
example of a man who, having stepped outside traditional morality
and attained power, has used that power benevolently. I am inclined
to think that the Conditioners will hate the conditioned. Though
regarding as an illusion the artificial conscience which they
produce in us their subjects, they will yet perceive that it
creates in us an illusion of meaning for our lives which compares
favourably with the futility of their own: and they will envy us as
eunuchs envy men. But I do not insist on this, for it is a mere
conjecture. What is not conjecture is that our hope even of a
`conditioned' happiness rests on what is ordinarily called
`chance'the chance that benevolent impulses may on the whole
predominate in our Conditioners. For without the judgement
`Benevolence is good'that is, without re-entering the Taothey can
have no ground for promoting or stabilizing these impulses rather
than any others. By the logic of their position they must just take
their impulses as they come, from chance. And Chance here means
Nature. It is from heredity, digestion, the weather, and the
association of ideas, that the motives of the Conditioners will
spring. Their extreme rationalism, by `seeing through' all
`rational' motives, leaves them creatures of wholly irrational
behaviour. If you will not obey the Tao, or else commit suicide,
obedience to impulse (and therefore, in the long run, to mere
`nature') is the only course left open.
At the moment, then, of Man's victory over Nature, we find the
whole human race subjected to some individual men, and those
individuals subjected to that in themselves which is purely
`natural'to their irrational impulses. Nature, untrammelled by
values, rules the Conditioners and, through them, all humanity.
Man's conquest of Nature turns out, in the moment of its
consummation, to be Nature's conquest of Man. Every victory we
seemed to win has led us, step by step, to this conclusion. All
Nature's apparent reverses have been but tactical withdrawals. We
thought we were beating her back when she was luring us on. What
looked to us like hands held up in surrender was really the opening
of arms to enfold us for ever. If the fully planned and conditioned
world (with its Tao a mere product of the planning) comes into
existence, Nature will be troubled no more by the restive species
that rose in revolt against her so many millions of years ago, will
be vexed no longer by its chatter of truth and mercy and beauty and
happiness. Ferum victorem cepit: and if the eugenics are efficient
enough there will be no second revolt, but all snug beneath the
Conditioners, and the Conditioners beneath her, till the moon falls
or the sun grows cold.