Chapters (17)
- Introduction by Barbara Wright
- The Supermale
- The Highest Bidder
- His Heart Was Neither on the Right nor on the Left
- It’s a Female, but a Very Strong One
- A Little Slip of a Girl
- The Ten-Thousand-Mile Race
- The Alibi
- Ladies Only
- The Ovum
- The Indian So Celebrated by Theophrastus
- Who Art Thou, Human Creature?
- And More
- O Sweetest Nightingale
- The Discovery of Woman
- The Love Machine
- Notes
He is greater than all dimensions, without being beyond dimension; neither immaterial nor infinite. He is only indefinite.
This concept might have sufficed, just before the time when the two people whom we call Adam and Eve were tempted by the manufactured products of the merchants whose totem was the Serpent, and who had to work to acquire them.
We know now that there is another God who did really create man, who resides in the living center of every man, and who is man’s immortal soul.
THEOREM: God is infinitely small.
Because, for him to be God, his Creation must be infinitely great. Should he retain any dimension, it would be a limitation on his Creation, he would no longer be He who created All.
Thus He may glory in His Goodness, His Lovingkindness, and His Omnipotence, which have no share in the world. God is beyond all dimensions, but within.
He is a point.
Q.E.D.
We know that there are two parts in man, one apparent and perishable, the sum of the organs we call the body, the soma, which perishable part includes even the “small vibration” resulting therefrom, which is called thought, or the “immortal” soul.
The other, nonperishable and microscopic part, which has been transmitted from generation to generation since the beginning of the world, is the germ.
The germ is that God in two persons, that God born of the union of the two most infinitesimal of living things, the half-cells known as the Spermatozoon and the Ovum.
Both inhabit abysses of night and hazy red, in the midst of streams – our blood – which bear globules spaced apart like planets.
There are eighteen million queens, the female half-cells, waiting in the depths of their cavern.
They penetrate and govern worlds with their glance. They are perfect goddesses. For them, no physical laws obtain – they disobey the law of gravitation. To the universal attraction of the scientists they oppose affinities proper unto themselves. Nothing exists for them but what they wish.
In other, equally formidable, chasms, they are there, the millions of gods in whom resides the Power, and who created Adam on the first day.
When the god and the goddess wish to unite, they bring with them, each from his own side, the one toward the other, the world they inhabit. Men and women think they choose each other. . . as though the earth should boast of revolving on purpose!
It is this passive inevitability, as of a falling stone, which men and women call love.
The god and goddess are about to unite. . . In order to meet, they need a length of time which, according to human measurements, varies between a second and two hours. . .
Yet a little longer, and another world will be created, a little, pale-coral Buddha, hiding its eyes, which are so dazzled by their proximity to the absolute that they have never opened, hiding its eyes behind its little, starlike hand. . .