subordinate　or　a　rebel　government；　a　local　usurpation；　in　the
  kingdom　of　God。　　But　no　organised　religious　body　has　ever　had　the
  courage　and　honesty　to　insist　upon　this。　　They　all　pander　to
  nationalism　and　to　powers　and　princes。　　They　exists　so　to　pander。
  Every　organised　religion　in　the　world　exists　only　to　exploit　and
  divert　and　waste　the　religious　impulse　in　man。
  This　conviction　that　the　world　kingdom　of　God　is　the　only　true
  method　of　human　service；　is　so　clear　and　final　in　my　own　mind；　it
  seems　so　inevitably　the　conviction　to　which　all　right…thinking
  men　must　ultimately　come；　that　I　feel　almost　like　a　looker…on　at
  a　game　of　blind…man's　bluff　as　I　watch　the　discussion　of
  synthetic　political　ideas。　　The　blind　man　thrusts　his　seeking
  hands　into　the　oddest　corners；　he　clutches　at　chairs　and
  curtains；　but　at　last　he　must　surely　find　and　hold　and　feel　over
  and　guess　the　name　of　the　plainly　visible　quarry。
  Some　of　the　French　and　Italian　people　I　talked　to　said　they　were
  fighting　for　〃Civilisation。〃　　That　is　one　name　for　the　kingdom　of
  God；　and　I　have　heard　English　people　use　it　too。　　But　much　of　the
  contemporary　thought　of　England　stills　wanders　with　its　back　to
  the　light。　　Most　of　it　is　pawing　over　jerry…built；　secondary
  things。　　I　have　before　me　a　little　book；　the　joint　work　of　Dr。
  Grey　and　Mr。　Turner；　of　an　ex…public　schoolmaster　and　a
  manufacturer；　called　/Eclipse　or　Empire？/　（The　title
  /World　Might　or　Downfall？/　had　already　been　secured　in
  another　quarter。）　It　is　a　book　that　has　been　enormously
  advertised；　it　has　been　almost　impossible　to　escape　its　column…
  long　advertisements；　it　is　billed　upon　the　hoardings；　and　it　is
  on　the　whole　a　very　able　and　right…spirited　book。　　It　calls　for
  more　and　better　education；　for　more　scientific　methods；　for　less
  class　suspicion　and　more　social　explicitness　and　understanding；
  for　a　franker　and　fairer　treatment　of　labour。　　But　why　does　it
  call　for　these　things？　　Does　it　call　for　them　because　they　are
  right？　　Because　in　accomplishing　them　one　serves　God？
  Not　at　all。　　But　because　otherwise　this　strange　sprawling　empire
  of　ours　will　drop　back　into　a　secondary　place　in　the　world。
  These　two　writers　really　seem　to　think　that　the　slack　workman；
  the　slacker　wealthy　man；　the　negligent　official；　the　conservative
  schoolmaster；　the　greedy　usurer；　the　comfortable　obstructive；
  confronted　with　this　alternative；　terrified　at　this　idea　of
  something　or　other　called　the　Empire　being　〃eclipsed；〃　eager　for
  the　continuance　of　this　undefined　glory　over　their　fellow…
  creatures　called　〃Empire；〃　will　perceive　the　error　of　their　ways
  and　become　energetic；　devoted；　capable。　　They　think　an　ideal　of
  that　sort　is　going　to　change　the　daily　lives　of　men。。。。　　I
  sympathise　with　their　purpose；　and　I　deplore　their　conception　of
  motives。　　If　men　will　not　give　themselves　for　righteousness；　they
  will　not　give　themselves　for　a　geographical　score。　　If　they　will
  not　work　well　for　the　hatred　of　bad　work；　they　will　not　work　well
  for　the　hatred　of　Germans。　　This　〃Empire〃　idea　has　been　cadging
  about　the　British　empire；　trying　to　collect　enthusiasm　and
  devotion；　since　the　days　of　Disraeli。　　It　is；　I　submit；　too　big
  for　the　mean…spirited；　and　too　tawdry　and　limited　for　the　fine
  and　generous。　　It　leaves　out　the　French　and　the　Italians　and　the
  Belgians　and　all　our　blood　brotherhood　of　allies。　　It　has　no
  compelling　force　in　it。　　We　British　are　not　naturally
  Imperialist；　we　are　something　greateror　something　less。　　For
  two　years　and　a　half　now　we　have　been　fighting　against
  Imperialism　in　its　most　extravagant　form。　　It　is　a　poor　incentive
  to　right　living　to　propose　to　parody　the　devil　we　fight　against。
  The　blind　man　must　lunge　again。
  For　when　the　right　answer　is　seized　it　answers　not　only　the
  question　why　men　should　work　for　their　fellow…men　but　also　why
  nation　should　cease　to　arm　and　plan　and　contrive　against　nation。
  The　social　problem　is　only　the　international　problem　in　retail；
  the　international　problem　is　only　the　social　one　in　gross。
  My　bias　rules　me　altogether　here。　　I　see　men　in　social；　in
  economic　and　in　international　affairs　alike；　eager　to　put　an　end
  to　conflict；　inexpressibly　weary　of　conflict　and　the　waste　and
  pain　and　death　it　involves。　　But　to　end　conflict　one　must　abandon
  aggressive　or　uncordial　pretensions。　　Labour　is　sick　at　the　idea
  of　more　strikes　and　struggles　after　the　war；　industrialism　is
  sick　of　competition　and　anxious　for　service；　everybody　is　sick　of
  war。　　But　how　can　they　end　any　of　these　clashes　except　by　the
  definition　and　recognition　of　a　common　end　which　will　establish　a
  standard　for　the　trial　of　every　conceivable　issue；　to　which；　that
  is；　every　other　issue　can　be　subordinated；　and　what　common　end
  can　there　be　in　all　the　world　except　this　idea　of　the　world
  kingdom　of　God？　　What　is　the　good　of　orienting　one's　devotion　to
  a　firm；　or　to　class　solidarity；　or　/La　Republique
  Francais/；　or　Poland；　or　Albania；　or　such　love　and
  loyalty　as　people　profess　for　King　George　or　King　Albert　or　the
  Duc　d'Orleansit　puzzles　me　whyor　any　such　intermediate　object
  of　self…abandonment？　　We　need　a　standard　so　universal　that　the
  platelayer　may　say　to　the　barrister　or　the　duchess；　or　the　Red
  Indian　to　the　Limehouse　sailor；　or　the　Anzac　soldier　to　the　Sinn
  Feiner　or　the　Chinaman；　〃What　are　we　two　doing　for　it？〃　　And　to
  fill　the　place　of　that　〃it；〃　no　other　idea　is　great　enough　or
  commanding　enough；　but　only　the　world　kingdom　of　God。
  However　long　he　may　have　to　hunt；　the　blind　man　who　is　seeking
  service　and　an　end　to　bickerings　will　come　to　that　at　last；
  because　of　all　the　thousand　other　things　he　may　clutch　at；
  nothing　else　can　satisfy　his　manifest　need。
  VI。　THE　ENDING　OF　THE　WAR
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  About　the　end　of　the　war　there　are　two　chief　ways　of　thinking；
  there　is　a　simpler　sort　of　mind　which　desires　merely　a　date；　and
  a　more　complex　kind　which　wants　particulars。　　To　the　former　class
  belong　most　of　the　men　out　at　the　front。　　They　are　so　bored　by
  this　war　that　they　would　welcome　any　peace　that　did　not
  definitely　admit　defeatand　examine　the　particulars　later。　　The
  〃tone〃　of　the　German　army；　to　judge　by　its　captured　letters；　is
  even　lower。　　It　would　welcome　peace　in　any　form。　　Never　in　the
  whole　history　of　the　world　has　a　war　been　so　universally
  unpopular　as　this　war。
  The　mind　of　the　soldier　is　obsessed　by　a　vision　of　home…coming
  for　good；　so　vivid　and　alluring　that　it　blots　out　nearly　every
  other　consideration。　　The　visions　of　people　at　home　are　of　plenty
  instead　of　privation；　lights　up；　and　the　cessation　of　a　hundred
  tiresome　restrictions。　　And　it　is　natural　therefore　that　a　writer
  rather　given　to　guesses　and　forecasts　should　be　asked　very
  frequently　to　guess　how　long　the　war　has　still　to　run。
  All　such　forecasting　is　the　very　wildest　of　shooting。　　There　are
  the　chances　of　war　to　put　one　out；　and　of　a　war　that　changes　far
  faster　than　the　military　intelligence。　　I　have　made　various
  forecasts。　　At　the　outset　I　thought　that　military　Germany　would
  fight　at　about　the　1899　level；　would　be　lavish　with　cavalry　and
  great　attacks；　that　it　would　be　reluctant　to　entrench；　and　that
  the　French　and　British　had　learnt　the　lesson　of　the　Boer　war
  better　than　the　Germans。　　I　trusted　to　the　melodramatic　instinct
  of　the　Kaiser。　　I　trusted　to　the　quickened　intelligence　of　the
  British　military　caste。　　The　first　rush　seemed　to　bear　me　out；
  and　I　opened　my　paper　day　by　day　expecting　to　read　of　the　British
  and　French　entrenched　and　the　Germans　beating　themselves　to　death
  against　wire　and　trenches。　　In　those　days　I　wrote　of　the　French
  being　over　the　Rhine　before　1915。　　But　it　was　the　Germans　who
  entrenched　first。
  Since　then　I　have　made　some　other　attempts。　　I　did　not　prophesy
  at　all　in　1915；　so　far　as　I　can　remember。　　If　I　had　I　should
  certainly　have　backed　the　Gallipoli　attempt　to　win。　　It　was　the
  right　thing　to　do；　and　it　was　done　abominably。　　It　should　have
  given　us　Constantinople　and　brought　Bulgaria　to　our　side；　it　gave
  us　a　tragic　history　of　administrative　indolence　and　negligence；
  and　wasted　bravery　and　devotion。　　I　was　very　hopeful　of　the
  western　offensive　in　1915；　and　in　1916　I　counted　still　on　our
  continuing　push。　　I　believe　we　were　very　near　something　like
  decision　this　last　September；　but　some　archaic　dream　of　doing　it
  with　cavalry　dashed　these　hopes。　　The　〃Tanks〃　arrived　to　late　to
  do　their　proper　work；　and　their　method　of　use　is　being　worked　out
  very　slowly。。。。　　I　still　believe　in　the　western　push；　if　only　we
  push　it　for　all　we　are　worth。　　If　only　we　push　it　with　our
  brains；　with　our　available　and　still　unorganised　brains；　if　only
  we　realise　that　the　art　of　modern　war　is　to　invent　and　invent　and
  invent。　　Hitherto　I　have　always　hoped　and　looked　for　decision；　a
  complete　victory　that　would　enable　the　Allies　to　dictate　peace。
  But　such　an　expectation　is　largely　conditioned　by　these　delicate
  questions　of　adaptability　that　my　tour　of　the　front　has　made　very
  urgent　in　my　mind。　　A　spiteful　German　American　writer　has　said
  that　the　British　would　rather　kill　twenty　thousand　of　their　men
  than　break　one　general。　　Even　a　grain　of　truth　in　such　a　remark
  is　a　very　valid　reasoning　for　lengthening　one's　estimate　of　the
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