But there is another law which, from remotest times, man has followed whenever he dared.  It is not the law of the group but of the individual, not the law of civilization but of the jungle.  “Most men,” says Aristotle, “would rather live in a disorderly than a sober manner.”  He means that most men would rather consult and gratify their immediate will, their nearest choices, their instantaneous desires, than conform the moment to some regulated and considerate, some comprehensive scheme of life and action.  The life of unreason is their desire; the experience whose bent is determined by every whim, the expression which has no rational connection with the past and no serious consideration for the future.  This is of the very essence of lawlessness because it is revolt against the normal sequence of law and effect, in mind and conduct, in favor of untrammeled adventure.

Now this is naturalism or paganism as we often call it.  Naturalism is a perversion of that high instinct in mankind which issues in the old concept of supernaturalism.  The supernaturalist, of a former and discredited type, believed that God violates the order of nature for sublime ends; that He “breaks into” His own world, so to speak, “revealing” Himself in prodigious, inexplicable, arbitrary ways.  By a sort of degradation of this notion, a perversion of this instinct, the naturalist assumes that he can violate both the human and the divine law for personal ends, and express himself in fantastic or indecent or impious ways.  The older supernaturalism exalts the individualism of the Creator; naturalism the egotism of the creature.  I make the contrast not merely to excoriate naturalism, but to point out the interdependence between man’s apparently far-separated expressions of his spirit, and how subtly misleading are our highly prized distinctions, how dangerous sometimes that secondary mental power which multiplies them.  It sobers and clarifies human thinking a little, perhaps, to reflect on how thin a line separates the sublime and the ridiculous, the saint and the sensualist, the martyr and the fool, the genius and the freak.

Now, with this selfish individualism which we call naturalism we shall have much to do, for it plays an increasing role in the modern world; it is the neo-paganism which we may see spreading about us.  Sophistries of all kinds become the powerful allies of this sort of moral and aesthetic anarchy.  Its votaries are those sorts of rebels who invariably make their minds not their friends but their accomplices.  They are ingenious in the art of letting themselves go and at the same time thinking themselves controlled and praiseworthy.  The naturalist, then, ignores the group; he flaunts impartially both the classic and the religious law.  He is equally unwilling to submit to a power imposed from above and without, or to accept those restrictions of society, self-imposed by man’s own codified and corrected observations of the natural world and his own impulses.  He