Man is commanded to do so & so.

It has been ordained from the beginning of time that some men
sha’n’t & others can’t.

These are to blame:  let them be damned.

I enjoy the Colonel very much, & shall enjoy the rest of him with an
obscene delight.

Joe, the whole tribe shout love to you & yours! 
Mark.

Clemens was moved to set down some theology of his own, and did so in a manuscript which he entitled, “If I Could Be There.”  It is in the dialogue form he often adopted for polemic writing.  It is a colloquy between the Master of the Universe and a Stranger.  It begins:  I

If I could be there, hidden under the steps of the throne, I should hear conversations like this: 

A stranger.  Lord, there is one who needs to be punished, and has been overlooked.  It is in the record.  I have found it.

Lord.  By searching?

S. Yes, Lord.

L. Who is it?  What is it?

S. A man.

L. Proceed.

S. He died in sin.  Sin committed by his great-grandfather.

L. When was this?

S. Eleven million years ago.

L. Do you know what a microbe is?

S. Yes, Lord.  It is a creature too small to be detected by my eye.

L. He commits depredations upon your blood?

S. Yes, Lord.

L. I give you leave to subject him to a billion years of misery for this offense.  Go!  Work your will upon him.

S. But, Lord, I have nothing against him; I am indifferent to him.

L. Why?

S. He is so infinitely small and contemptible.  I am to him as is a mountain-range to a grain of sand.

L. What am I to man?

S. (Silent.)

L. Am I not, to a man, as is a billion solar systems to a grain of sand?

S. It is true, Lord.

L. Some microbes are larger than others.  Does man regard the difference?

S. No, Lord.  To him there is no difference of consequence.  To him they are all microbes, all infinitely little and equally inconsequential.

L. To me there is no difference of consequence between a man & a microbe.  Man looks down upon the speck at his feet called a microbe from an altitude of a thousand miles, so to speak, and regards him with indifference; I look down upon the specks called a man and a microbe from an altitude of a billion leagues, so to speak, and to me they are of a size.  To me both are inconsequential.  Man kills the microbes when he can?

S. Yes, Lord.

L. Then what?  Does he keep him in mind years and years and go on contriving miseries for him?

S. No, Lord.

L. Does he forget him?

S. Yes, Lord.

L. Why?

S. He cares nothing more about him.

L. Employs himself with more important matters?

S. Yes, Lord.

L. Apparently man is quite a rational and dignified person, and can divorce his mind from uninteresting trivialities.  Why does he affront me with the fancy that I interest Myself in trivialities—­like men and microbes?  II