The literary movement of the (eighteen) nineties had, at the turn of the century, brought the American face to face with the age of science. As industry herded him from the farms where he was responsible to the weather and the earth into the cities where he took his orders from steam and electric power, wheels and cogs, even the average unthinking man was forced to some sort of revaluation of his basic concepts and values.
Robert Spiller, The Cycle of American Literature
To which I’d add…
The literary movement of the (nineteen) nineties, at the turn of the century, brough Americans face to face with, among many other things, terror — including terror over the placement of — pronouns.
And what, then, is belief? It is the demi-cadence which closes a musical phrase in the symphony of our intellectual life.
American philosoper Charles Sanders Peirce, from How to Make Our Ideas Clear
The word “God,” so “capitalised” (as we Americans say), is the definable proper name, signifying Ens necessarium*; in my belief, really creator of all three Universes of Experience.
Charles Sanders Peirce, A Neglected Argument for the Reality of God, 1908
Between me and the sunset, like a dome
Against the glory of a world on fire,
Now burned a sudden hill,
Bleak, round, and high, by flame-lit height made higher,
With nothing on it for the flame to kill
Save one who moved and was alone up there
To loom before the chaos and the glare
As if he were the last god going home
Unto his last desire.
-“Man Against The Sky”
-Edward Arlington Robinson