It was morning, that is, it was not yet daylight, but about six o'clock. I

woke up in the same arm-chair; my candle had burnt out; every one was

asleep in the captain's room, and there was a stillness all round, rare in

our flat. First of all I leapt up in great amazement: nothing like this had

ever happened to me before, not even in the most trivial detail; I had

never, for instance, fallen asleep like this in my arm-chair. While I was

standing and coming to myself I suddenly caught sight of my revolver lying

loaded, ready--but instantly I thrust it away! Oh, now, life, life! I

lifted up my hands and called upon eternal truth, not with words but with

tears; ecstasy, immeasurable ecstasy flooded my soul. Yes, life and

spreading the good tidings! Oh, I at that moment resolved to spread the

tidings, and resolved it, of course, for my whole life. I go to spread the

tidings, I want to spread the tidings--of what? Of the truth, for I have

seen it, have seen it with my own eyes, have seen it in all its glory.

And since then I have been preaching! Moreover I love all those who laugh

at me more than any of the rest. Why that is so I do not know and cannot

explain, but so be it. I am told that I am vague and confused, and if I am

vague and confused now, what shall I be later on? It is true indeed: I am

vague and confused, and perhaps as time goes on I shall be more so. And of

course I shall make many blunders before I find out how to preach, that is,

find out what words to say, what things to do, for it is a very difficult

task. I see all that as clear as daylight, but, listen, who does not make

mistakes? And yet, you know, all are making for the same goal, all are

striving in the same direction anyway, from the sage to the lowest robber,

only by different roads. It is an old truth, but this is what is new: I

cannot go far wrong. For I have seen the truth; I have seen and I know

that people can be beautiful and happy without losing the power of living

on earth. I will not and cannot believe that evil is the normal condition

of mankind. And it is just this faith of mine that they laugh at. But how

can I help believing it? I have seen the truth--it is not as though I had

invented it with my mind, I have seen it, seen it, and _the living image_

of it has filled my soul for ever. I have seen it in such full perfection

that I cannot believe that it is impossible for people to have it. And so

how can I go wrong? I shall make some slips no doubt, and shall perhaps

talk in second-hand language, but not for long: the living image of what I

saw will always be with me and will always correct and guide me. Oh, I am

full of courage and freshness, and I will go on and on if it were for a

thousand years! Do you know, at first I meant to conceal the fact that I

corrupted them, but that was a mistake--that was my first mistake! But

truth whispered to me that I was _lying_, and preserved me and corrected

me. But how establish paradise--I don't know, because I do not know how to

put it into words. After my dream I lost command of words. All the chief

words, anyway, the most necessary ones. But never mind, I shall go and I

shall keep talking, I won't leave off, for anyway I have seen it with my

own eyes, though I cannot describe what I saw. But the scoffers do not

understand that. It was a dream, they say, delirium, hallucination. Oh! As

though that meant so much! And they are so proud! A dream! What is a dream?

And is not our life a dream? I will say more. Suppose that this paradise

will never come to pass (that I understand), yet I shall go on preaching

it. And yet how simple it is: in one day, _in one hour_ everything could be

arranged at once! The chief thing is to love others like yourself, that's

the great thing, and that's everything; nothing else is wanted--you will

find out at once how to arrange it all. And yet it's an old truth which has

been told and retold a billion times--but it has not formed part of our

lives! The consciousness of life is higher than life, the knowledge of the

laws of happiness is higher than happiness--that is what one must contend

against. And I shall. If only every one wants it, it can all be arranged at

once.

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And I tracked out that little girl ... and I shall go on and on!

THE END

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