Deletion

When the kindly Roman emperor imagined that peace had settled down permanently upon the ancient world, even then the dissimulating assassin's dagger was sharpening for his throat. And now, while lower organisms dream of a "world of lovers", of arbitration instead of hostility, of conciliation between rival carnivores, the mechanism of deletion is silently under construction. That, when completed, will sweep them off the face of the earth.
Foolish and blind or mad are they who think the struggle for existence has ended. It is only begun. This planet is in its infancy, not in its decrepitude. The 'end of all things' is far off. The kingdom of heaven in not at hand. Incessant is the rivalry for supremacy among men, and manifold are its metamorphoses. Not for a single hour, for a single second, is there an armistice. Night and day, the combat rages, and with renewed virulence on Sundays. When we fall asleep and when we wake up, the clashing of weapons and the crunching of bones is sounding in our ears. Everywhere "the sword is uplifted on man". Everywhere Cain’s bludgeon is cracking skulls. The hands of "congregations of the faithful" are red with the blood of the innocent, yet how they boast of being washed clean in the blood of their brother, the lamb.
Eternal battle is the main condition upon which man holds his life tenure. When the brand is shattered in his hand, that is death or slavery. When his enemies are beneath his heel, that is life, honor, success. Indeed the struggle between men is more pitiless, and more unmerciful, than among brutes. The brute beasts do not enslave, but permit the unfit to die off. Man enslaves his "brother man" on business principles, and makes fuel of the widow and the fatherless. The "failures in life" may be counted by millions and everyone knows their horrible fate - their living death. Behold them being whirled into the blazing maw of the great iron furnaces.
Overt action is not always needful for the drastic removal of lower organisms. Very often, if left alone, degenerates cremate themselves. If given control of governmental mechanisms, they immediately commence to grind one another into mincemeat. That is to say into dividends. Mentally, physically, morally, they are past redemption. Doomed souls are they! Nature having already condemned them, they provide each other with palatable poisons for slow but sure suicide. They build Gehenna fires and cast themselves headlong into blazes.