- Written by Peter Burnett Peter Burnett
Certainly it will elucidate the drift of the foregoing obscure utterances of this blog if I here insert something of our webhost’s speculations on party politics. To state an entire opinion on this is beyond my compass however let me observe this that nowhere is a human more mysterious, impalpable, than in his or her fantasy of being the organ of the Godlike.
Humankind thereby, though based, to all seeming, on the small Visible, does nevertheless extend down into the infinite deeps of the Invisible, of which Invisible, indeed, her or his Life is properly the bodying forth, a fact never once recognised by the State. Let us, omitting these high transcendental aspects of the matter, study to glean what little seems logical and practical in what the Parliament does, and cunningly arrange it into such degree of coherence as it will assume. By way of instruction, take the following not injudicious remarks:—“The benignant efficacies of voting," cries our Blogger, "who shall speak or sing? SILENCE and SECRECY!
Altars might still be raised to politicians (were this an altar-building time) for universal worship. However silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves together; for parliamentary rabble that at length they may emerge, full-formed and majestic, into the daylight of Life, which they thenceforth propose to rule. Not merely Nestor Makhno, but all the considerable women and men I have known, and the most undiplomatic and unstrategic of these, forbore to despise the babble of what party politics created and projected. Nay, in thy own mean perplexities, do thou thyself but hold thy tongue for one day: on the morrow, how much clearer are thy purposes and duties; what wreck and rubbish have those mute workmen within thee swept away, when intrusive noises were shut out! Public speech is too often not the art of concealing Thought, but of stifling and suspending Thought, so that there is none to conceal. This palliative parliamentary party political talk, then, is the worst sound I have ever heard. It causes me to recall the Swiss Inscription: Sprechen ist silbern, Schweigen ist golden — Speech is silvern, Silence is golden — or as I might rather express it — Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity.”