Logic of the Spheres

[L:]
Beyond love, beyond hate. [?]. Nature is eternal.
Nature is cruel and merciless to men, as to all other beings. Let a tribe of human animals live a rational life, nature will smile upon them and their posterity. But let them attempt to organize an unnatural mode of existence, an equality elysium, and they will be punished even to the point of extermination.
There are certain higher laws, which no one can even try to rebel against, without being quietly executed. The transgressor of a natural ordinance may think he has escaped, even while the noose-knot is under his chin and the bolt about to be sprung. Nature has a very long arm and a vengeful one. Many a "city of the plain" has been incinerated, besides Sodom and Gomorrah. Individual transgressors of nature are always driven mad, and nations that organize defiance to the nature of their being become regimented hordes of incoherent manlings, sootily perspiring downward to their “heaven” dancing the dance of death, shrieking the songs of "progress".
When not thwarted by artificial contrivances, whatever argument nature promulgates is right. The further man gets away from nature, the further he departs from right. To be right is to be natural, and to be natural is to be right. The sun shines, therefore it is right that it should shine. The rain falls, therefore it is right that it should fall. The tides ebb and flow, therefore it is right that they should ebb and flow.
Darwin's law exists, may be seen in operation, therefore it also is right. It is not a dream like "religion", it is not an invention like "morals", it is not an assumption like "god". It is a cosmic fact, like the sunshine, the rain, and the tides.

[R:]
Born of neither love nor hate.
Right, like water, finds its own level. Man's consent is not necessary to the operations of natural forces. It is not required. It is not even asked. He is like unto a patient strapped firmly upon a dissecting table. He may feel the surgeon's lance sinking through his quivering flesh. He may shiver in terror and break out into a cold sweat. He may groan in convulsive agony and pray to his idol. But he cannot escape.
Knowing all this, why not let nature alone to work out her own silent ends? Why should communities of creeping things try to safeguard their incapables? Why obstruct the drastic and significant removal of corrupted organisms? The Jesus type of men were clearly made to be crucified and flogged. The Buddha type were evidently born to die of pestilence and famine, poor weak cowardly swarms of rotting vermin that they are! Behold them in the distance there, with their ribs sticking through their hides, accepting with doleful thankfulness the alms of their conquerors.
Let the cowardly and the vile die off, let them annihilate themselves. That is the logic of the spheres. The atmosphere of this terrestrial ball will be purer when these "heavy laden souls" are gone. And there will be elbow room upon its surface, for the regeneration of purity and cleanliness of mind and body.
At the banquet of life, let no seat be reserved for those who cannot win it, who cannot break into the enchanted circle by force of character and force of deeds. The impotent and the brainless, who call themselves "the righteous", are better dead anyhow. Better for themselves, and better for their successors.