The old
state's doctors, who excite it to a will, are also its disease. But
they who do not agree in this will, and cannot struggle through
soul-narrowing relations, are the demagogues, against whom the
unsound state trespasses, so long as it knows not how to bring their
sound strength into harmony. And precisely to those must it dedicate
itself, since they are its integration and restoration, whilst the
others who conform to it, make it more sunken and stagnant. If it be
objected, that this her truth is only a poetic dream which in the
actual world has no place, she answers; `even were the truth a dream,
it is not therefore to be denied; let us dedicate our genius to this
dream, let us form an Ideal Paradise, which the spiritual system of
Nature requires at our hands.' `Is the whole fabric of state, she
asks, only a worse arranged hospital, where the selfish or the
ambitious would fasten on the poor human race the foolish fantastic
malversations of their roguery for beneficent co;auoperation? and
with it the political economy, so destitute of all genius to bind the
useful with the beautiful, on which these state's doctors plume
themselves so much, and so with their triviality exhibit as a pattern
to us, a wretched picture of ignorance, of selfishness, and of
iniquity; when I come on that, I feel my veins swell with wrath.
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