Every religion apparently needs, along with its prophets and theologians, its exhorters and poets— and, for the vulgar, its sermonizers and poetasters. Their task it is to keep faith alive and spirits up without placing burdens either upon intellect or upon aesthetic sensibility; they traffic, therefore, in prettification of the religion’s alleged truths and in metastatic formulae for gaining the religion’s promised heaven without either abstinence or effort. They are the exaggerators, the architects of dream-worlds that come cheaper by the dozen; so that the harm they do tends to vary directly with the falseness of the prophecy and theology they caricature.
The contemporary religion of Technology, the only religion the Liberal propaganda machine is capable of professing, has been tardy in developing its sermonizers and belletrists. So the appearance on the horizon of a man capable of becoming the Billy Sunday of the religion of Technology is an event that this column cannot ignore.
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