teachers and monks of the
lesser and stricter orders who approvedthe killing of
helpless, erring youths. And I took note of all
that is done by men who
profess Christianity, and I was horrified. XVI
And I ceased to doubt, and became fully convinced that not allwas true in the religion I had joined. Formerly I should have said
that it was all false, but I could not say so now. The whole ofthe people possessed a knowledge of the truth, for
otherwise they
could not have lived. Moreover, that knowledge was
accessible tome, for I had felt it and had lived by it. But I no longer doubted
that there was also
falsehood in it. And all that had previouslyrepelled me now presented itself
vividly before me. And though I
saw that among the peasants there was a smaller admixture of thelies that repelled me than among the representatives of the
Church, I still saw that in the people's
belief also
falsehood wasmingled with the truth.
But where did the truth and where did the
falsehood come from? Both the
falsehood and the truth were contained in the so-called
holy
tradition and in the Scriptures. Both the
falsehood and thetruth had been handed down by what is called the Church.
And whether I liked or not, I was brought to the study andinvestigation of these writings and
traditions -- which till now I
had been so afraid to
investigate. And I turned to the
examination of that same
theology which I
had once rejected with such
contempt as unnecessary. Formerly itseemed to me a
series of unnecessary absurdities, when on all sides
I was surrounded by manifestations of life which seemed to me clearand full of sense; now I should have been glad to throw away what
would not enter a health head, but I had
nowhere to turn to. Onthis teaching religious
doctrine rests, or at least with it the
only knowledge of the meaning of life that I have found isinseparably connected. However wild it may seem too my firm old
mind, it was the only hope of
salvation. It had to be carefully,attentively examined in order to understand it, and not even to
understand it as I understand the propositions of science: I donot seek that, nor can I seek it,
knowing the special
character of
religious knowledge. I shall not seek the
explanation ofeverything. I know that the
explanation of everything, like the
commencement of everything, must be concealed in infinity. But Iwish to understand in a way which will bring me to what is
inevitably
inexplicable. I wish to recognize anything that is
inexplicable as being so not because the demands of my reason are
wrong (they are right, and apart from them I can understandnothing), but because I recognize the limits of my
intellect. I
wish to understand in such a way that everything that is
inexplicable shall present itself to me as being necessarily
inexplicable, and not as being something I am under an arbitraryobligation to believe.
That there is truth in the teaching is to me indubitable, butit is also certain that there is
falsehood in it, and I must find
what is true and what is false, and must disentangle the one fromthe other. I am
setting to work upon this task. What of
falsehoodI have found in the teaching and what I have found of truth, and towhat conclusions I came, will form the following parts of this
work, which if it be worth it and if anyone wants it, will probablysome day be printed somewhere.
1879. The
foregoing was written by me some three years ago, and will
be printed. Now a few days ago, when revising it and returning to the line
of thought and to the feelings I had when I was living through itall, I had a dream. This dream expressed in condensed form all
that I had
experienced and described, and I think
therefore that,for those who have understood me, a
description of this dream will
refresh and elucidate and unify what has been set forth at suchlength in the
foregoing pages. The dream was this:
I saw that I was lying on a bed. I was neither comfortablenor
uncomfortable: I was lying on my back. But I began to consider
how, and on what, I was lying -- a question which had not till thenoccurred to me. And observing my bed, I saw I was lying on plaited
string supports attached to its sides: my feet were resting on onesuch support, by
calves on another, and my legs felt
uncomfortable.
I seemed to know that those supports were movable, and with a
movement of my foot I pushed away the furthest of them at my feet -
- it seemed to me that it would be more comfortable so. But Ipushed it away too far and wished to reach it again with my foot,
and that
movement caused the next support under my
calves to slipaway also, so that my legs hung in the air. I made a
movement with
my whole body to
adjust myself, fully convinced that I could do soat once; but the
movement caused the other supports under me to
slip and to become entangled, and I saw that matters were goingquite wrong: the whole of the lower part of my body slipped and
hung down, though my feet did not reach the ground. I was holdingon only by the upper part of my back, and not only did it become
uncomfortable but I was even frightened. And then only did I askmyself about something that had not before occurred to me. I asked
myself: Where am I and what am I lying on? and I began to lookaround and first of all to look down in the direction which my body
was
hanging and whiter I felt I must soon fall. I looked down anddid not believe my eyes. I was not only at a
heightcomparable to
the
height of the highest towers or mountains, but at a
height suchas I could never have imagined.
I could not even make out whether I saw anything there below,in that bottomless abyss over which I was
hanging and whiter I was
being drawn. My heart
contracted, and I
experiencedhorror. Tolook
thither was terrible. If I looked
thither I felt that I
should at once slip from the last support and
perish. And I didnot look. But not to look was still worse, for I thought of what
would happen to me directly I fell from the last support. And Ifelt that from fear I was losing my last supports, and that my back
was slowly slipping lower and lower. Another moment and I shoulddrop off. And then it occurred to me that this cannot e real. It
is a dream. Wake up! I try to
arouse myself but cannot do so. What am I to do? What am I to do? I ask myself, and look
upwards.
Above, there is also an
infinite space. I look into the immensityof sky and try to forget about the immensity below, and I really do
forget it. The immensity below repels and frightens me; theimmensity above attracts and strengthens me. I am still supported
above the abyss by the last supports that have not yet slipped fromunder me; I know that I am
hanging, but I look only
upwards and my
fear passes. As happens in dreams, a voice says: "Notice this,this is it!" And I look more and more into the
infinite above me
and feel that I am becoming calm. I remember all that hashappened, and remember how it all happened; how I moved my legs,
how I hung down, how frightened I was, and how I was saved fromfear by looking
upwards. And I ask myself: Well, and now am I not
hanging just the same? And I do not so much look round asexperience with my whole body the point of support on which I am
held. I see that I no longer hang as if about to fall, but amfirmly held. I ask myself how I am held: I feel about, look round,
and see that under me, under the middle of my body, there is onesupport, and that when I look
upwards I lie on it in the position
of securest balance, and that it alone gave me support before. Andthen, as happens in dreams, I imagined the
mechanism by means of
which I was held; a very natural intelligible, and sure means,though to one awake that
mechanism has no sense. I was even
surprised in my dream that I had not understood it sooner. Itappeared that at my head there was a
pillar, and the
security of
that
slenderpillar was undoubted though there was nothing tosupport it. From the
pillar a loop hung very ingeniously and yet
simply, and if one lay with the middle of one's body in that loopand looked up, there could be no question of falling. This was all
clear to me, and I was glad and
tranquil. And it seemed as ifsomeone said to me: "See that you remember."
And I awoke.End