This is a rather lengthy extract from a short story by Dostoyevski..
(but rather a short extract.. from the perspectives of manic depressives.. like myself..
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It concerns the Fall of Mankind.. seen from the point of view of the Serpent in Eden.
Dostoyevski was very well read in the bible.. maybe because it was the only book he had to read during his 10 years in prison.. that's a possibility.
In this story.. he goes beneath the symbolism.. of the fall.. the tower of Bable.. etc.. and tells the truth.. of what the scriptures are really saying.
Some may see it as blasphemy.. but.. nevertheless.. all this is written in the scriptures.. concealed between the myths.. riddles.. and parables.... I have seen it myself.
The story begins..
"Well, they call me a madman now, but I don't mind, you see, I love them, especially when they're laughing at me. I'd like to share the joke with them, I would; I'd laugh at myself too. If only they didn't make me feel so sad.
What is it that makes me sad?
Well, you see, they don't know the truth, and I do."
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The Fall of Mankind.. From the Serpent's Viewpoint.
"All I know is that I caused their fall from grace. Like a sinister trichina, like a plague germ contaminating whole kingdoms, I contaminated with my person that entire happy, sinless planet.
I spread contamination into that world. They came to understand shame, and made a virtue of it. The people learned from me how to lie. They came to love lying, to appreciate the beauty of lies. Then came jealousy, and jealousy begot cruelty.
They began talking in different languages. As the bacteria spread they began talking of honour, fraternity, independence, and what's mine and what's yours, and the more depraved they became, the more they applauded these ideas.
Slavery made its first appearance, even the voluntary slavery in which the weak submitted to the strong of their own free will; if only in order to gain their support to oppress those who were even weaker than themselves.
Very soon, blood was shed for the very first time. The people were shocked, frightened; they began to separate. They formed alliances, movements, unions, parties.
Recriminations and accusations began. They became all violently opposed towards one another...
And, as they became criminals, they invented the idea of justice. They began drawing up huge codes of law; and to maintain their law they erected scaffolds; and the notion that they had once been so happy made them laugh; and they called it a dream.
Religions began to emerge, worshipping the nonbeing, and self annihilation, for the sake of eternal repose in nothingness.
Saints came to those people and preached to them about their pride, their loss of a sense of proportion. The saints were laughed at and stoned. Their blood splattered the doors of the temples.
Bitterly disillusioned, the people threw themselves into sensuality at any cost, resorting to violence to satisfy their appetites.
A strange thing was, that while they no longer believed in their lost bliss, dismissing it as a dream, and yet they longed so much to become happy and innocent once more. Like small children, they begun to worship their desires.
Countless temples were built, in which they defiled their own desires; and proceeded to worship them, and prayed to this idea. Even though that were so sure their wishes could never come true, they worshiped them with tears in their eyes.
And then, great leaders appeared - claiming to know how to bring everyone together again. How to build a world based on unity and freedom.
Freedom!
Freedom for everyone to love himself far more than everybody else!
Great wars were fought for this idea.
And so it went on, systems, creeds, speeches, declarations, on and on, books, orators and governments, on and on the illusion of peace went, intellect, reason, self preservation. Everything that would force mankind to unite; everyone would serve the great idea.
Meanwhile the wise exterminated the unwise, in case they should get in the way of the idea's final and absolute triumph.
At last, finally, they were worn out with their meaningless existence. Suffering lined their faces. They proclaimed suffering to be beautiful, so they praised suffering in their songs.
I wandered among them, crying, pleading, I held up my arms to them in despair, accusing, hating myself. I had done it I said. I was responsible. I had infected them with contamination, corruption, vice, and lies.
I begged them to crucify me. I taught them how to make a cross. I longed to be martyred at their hands. I wanted my blood to be drained, every drop. Oh! for the torments that they were suffering!
But they just laughed at me and called me a madman and a fool. Finally they warned me that I was becoming dangerous and that they would lock me up in a madhouse if I didn't shut up.
And that's when I came to my senses. . ."
Extract: The Dream of the Ridiculous Man - by Fyodor-Dostoyevski
To read the full story..
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