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The consciousness of the error in reasonable knowledge helped me to
free myself from the temptation of idle ratiocination. The conviction that
knowledge of truth can only be found by living led me to doubt the
rightness of my life; but I was saved only by the fact that I was able to
tear myself from my exclusiveness and to see the real life of the plain
working people, and to understand that it alone is real life. I understood
that if I wish to understand life and its meaning, I must not live the
life of a parasite, but must live a real life, and -- taking the meaning
given to live by real humanity and merging myself in that life -- verify
it. |
À̼ºÀû Áö½Ä¿¡ ¿À·ù°¡ ÀÖÀ½À» ÀǽÄÇÔÀÌ ³»°¡ ¹«ÀÍÇÑ
Ã߷п¡ ´ëÇÑ À¯È¤¿¡¼ ³ª ÀÚ½ÅÀ» ÀÚÀ¯·Ó°Ô Çϴµ¥
µµ¿òÀ» ÁÖ¾ú´Ù. Áø¸®ÀÇ Áö½ÄÀº »î¿¡¼ ¿ÀÁ÷ ã¾Æ Áø´Ù´Â
È®½ÅÀÌ ³» ÀλýÀÇ ¿Ã¹Ù¸§À» ÀǽÉÇÏ°Ô ÇÏ¿´´Ù; ±×·¯³ª ³ª
ÀÚ½ÅÀ» ¹èŸ¼ºÀ¸·ÎºÎÅÍ ¶¼¾î ³¾ ¼ö ÀÖ°í, Æò¹üÇÑ
³ëµ¿ÇÏ´Â »ç¶÷µéÀÇ Áø½ÇµÈ ÀλýÀ» º¼ ¼ö ÀÖÀ¸¸ç, ±×¸®°í
±×°Í¸¸ÀÌ ¿ÀÁ÷ Áø½ÇµÈ ÀλýÀ̶ó°í ±ú´ÞÀ» ¼ö ÀÖ´Ù´Â
»ç½Ç¿¡¼ ¸¸ÀÌ ³ª´Â ±¸ÇØÁú ¼ö ÀÖ¾ú´Ù. ³»°¡ ¸¸ÀÏ
Àλý°ú ±× Àǹ̸¦ ÀÌÇØÇÏ°í ½Í¾î ÇÑ´Ù¸é, ¹Ýµå½Ã
±â»ýÃæÀÇ ÀλýÀ» »ì¾Æ¼´Â ¾ÈµÇ¸ç Áø½ÇµÈ ÀλýÀ»
»ì¾Æ¾ß ÇÑ´Ù, ±×¸®°í-ÁøÁ¤ÇÑ Àηù¾Ö·Î »ì±â À§ÇÏ¿©
ÁÖ¾îÁø Àǹ̸¦ ÅÃÇÏ¸ç ³ª ÀÚ½ÅÀ» ±×·± Àλý¿¡
º´ÇÕÇÏ¿©¼-±×°ÍÀ» Áõ¸íÇÏ¿©¾ß ÇÔÀ» ±ú´Þ¾Ò´Ù. |
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During that time this is what happened to me. During that whole year,
when I was asking myself almost every moment whether I should not end
matters with a noose or a bullet -- all that time, together with the
course of thought and observation about which I have spoken, my heart was
oppressed with a painful feeling, which I can only describe as a search
for God. |
±×·¯ÇÑ ½Ã±â¿¡ À̰ÍÀÌ ¹Ù·Î ³»°Ô ÀÏ¾î ³µ´ø ÀÏÀÌ´Ù.
±× ÇÑ ÇØ ³»µµ·Ï, ¿Ã°¡¹Ì³ª ÃѾ˷μ ¸Å»ç¸¦ ³¡³»¾ß
Çϴ°¡¸¦ ¸Å ¼ø°£ ¸¶´Ù ½º½º·Î¿¡°Ô ¹¯°í ÀÖÀ» ¶§-±×
¸ðµç ½Ã°£À», ³»°¡ ¸»ÇÑ »ý°¢°ú °üÃøÀÇ °úÁ¤°ú ÇÔ²²,
³ªÀÇ °¡½¿Àº °íÅ뽺·± ´À³¦¿¡ ¾ï¾ÐµÇ¾î ÀÖ¾ú´Ù, ±×¸®°í
±×°ÍÀº ³ª´Â Çϳª´Ô¿¡ ´ëÇÑ Å½±¸¶ó°í ¹¦»çÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖ´Ù. |
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I say that that search for God was not reasoning, but a feeling,
because that search proceeded not from the course of my thoughts -- it was
even directly contrary to them -- but proceeded from the heart. It was a
feeling of fear, orphanage, isolation in a strange land, and a hope of
help from someone. |
³ª´Â ¸»ÇϰǴë Çϳª´Ô¿¡ ´ëÇÑ Å½±¸´Â Ãß·ÐÀÌ ¾Æ´Ï¶ó
´À³¦À̾ú´Ù, ¿Ö³ÄÇÏ¸é ±× Å½±¸´Â ³ªÀÇ »ý°¢µéÀÇ
°úÁ¤¿¡¼ ³ª¿Â °ÍÀÌ ¾Æ´Ï¶ó-±×°ÍÀº ½ÉÁö¾î ±×°Íµé¿¡
Á÷Á¢ÀûÀÎ ¹Ý´ë¿´´Ù-°¡½¿À¸·ÎºÎÅÍ ³ª¿Ô±â ¶§¹®ÀÌ´Ù.
±×°ÍÀº µÎ·Á¿ò, °í¾Æ»óÅÂ, ÀÌ»óÇÑ ¶¥¿¡¼ °í¸³, ±×¸®°í
´©±º°¡·ÎºÎÅÍ µµ¿òÀ» Èñ¸ÁÇÒ ¶§ÀÇ ´À³¦À̾ú´Ù. |
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Though I was quite convinced of the impossibility of proving the
existence of a Deity (Kant had shown, and I quite understood him, that it
could not be proved), I yet sought for god, hoped that I should find Him,
and from old habit addressed prayers to that which I sought but had not
found. I went over in my mind the arguments of Kant and Schopenhauer
showing the impossibility of proving the existence of a God, and I began
to verify those arguments and to refute them. Cause, said I to myself, is
not a category of thought such as are Time and Space. If I exist, there
must be some cause for it, and a cause of causes. And that first cause of
all is what men have called "God". And I paused on that thought, and
tried with all my being to recognize the presence of that cause. And as
soon as I acknowledged that there is a force in whose power I am, I at
once felt that I could live. But I asked myself: What is that cause, that
force? How am I to think of it? What are my relations to that which I call
"God"? And only the familiar replies occurred to me: "He is the
Creator and Preserver." This reply did not satisfy me, and I felt I was
losing within me what I needed for my life. I became terrified and began
to pray to Him whom I sought, that He should help me. But the more I
prayed the more apparent it became to me that He did not hear me, and that
there was no one to whom to address myself. And with despair in my heart
that there is no God at all, I said: "Lord, have mercy, save me! Lord,
teach me!" But no one had mercy on me, and I felt that my life was
coming to a standstill. |
ºñ·Ï ³ª´Â ½ÅÀÇ Á¸À縦 Áõ¸íÇÔÀÌ ºÒ°¡´ÉÇÏ´Ù°í(ÄÆ®´Â
±×°ÍÀÌ Áõ¸íµÉ ¼ö ¾ø´Ù°í °¡¸£ÃÆ´Ù, ±×¸®°í ³ª´Â ±×¸¦
Àß ÀÌÇØÇϰí ÀÖ¾ú´Ù) ¸Å¿ì È®½ÅÇϰí ÀÖ¾úÁö¸¸, ³ª´Â
Çϳª´ÔÀ» ã¾ÒÀ¸¸ç, ³ª´Â ±×ºÐÀ» ãÀ» °ÍÀ»
Èñ¸ÁÇÏ¿´À¸¸ç, ±×¸®°í ¿¾³¯ ½À°ü´ë·Î ³»°¡ ã´Â ´ë»ó¿¡
´ëÇØ ±âµµ¸¦ ÇÏ¿´À¸³ª ãÁö¸¦ ¸øÇß´Ù. ³ª´Â ³ªÀÇ
¸¶À½¼Ó¿¡¼ Çϳª´ÔÀÇ Á¸À縦 Áõ¸íÇÔÀÌ ºÒ°¡´ÉÇÏ´Ù°í
°¡¸£Ä¡´Â ÄÆ®¿Í ¼îÆæÇÏ¿ì¾îÀÇ ÁÖÀåµéÀ» »õ°Üº¸¾Ò´Ù,
±×¸®°í ±×µé ÁÖÀåµéÀ» °ËÁõÇÏ°í ±×°ÍµéÀ» ¹Ý¹ÚÇϱâ
½ÃÀÛÇß´Ù. ¿øÀÎÀº, ³»°¡ »ý°¢Çϱâ·Î, ½Ã°£À̳ª °ø°£Ã³·³
»ý°¢ÀÇ ¹üÁÖ°¡ ¾Æ´Ï´Ù. ³»°¡ Á¸ÀçÇÑ´Ù¸é, °Å±â¿¡´Â
±×°Í¿¡ ´ëÇÑ ¾î¶² ¿øÀÎÀÌ ÀÖ¾î¾ß ÇÑ´Ù, ±×¸®°í ¿øÀο¡
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±×·¯ÇÑ Ã¹¹øÂ° ¿øÀÎÀº »ç¶÷µéÀÌ ºÎ¸£´Â ¡®Çϳª´Ô¡¯ÀÌ´Ù.
³ª´Â ±×·± »ý°¢¿¡ ¸Ó¹°·¶´Ù, ±×¸®°í È¥½ÅÀ» ´ÙÇÏ¿©
±×·¯ÇÑ ¿øÀÎÀÇ Á¸À縦 ±ú´Ý°íÀÚ ½ÃµµÇÏ¿´´Ù. ±×¸®°í
³»°¡ ¾î¶² ÈûÀÇ ¿µÇâ·Â ¾Æ·¡¿¡ ÀÖ´Ù´Â °ÍÀ»
ÀÎÁ¤ÇÏÀÚ¸¶ÀÚ, ³ª´Â ´çÀå »ì ¼ö ÀÖ´Ù´Â °ÍÀ» ´À²¼´Ù.
±×·¯³ª ³»°Ô ¹°¾ú´Ù: ±×·¯ÇÑ ¿øÀÎÀº ¹«¾ùÀΰ¡, ±×·¯ÇÑ
ÈûÀº? ¾î¶»°Ô ±×°ÍÀ» »ý°¢ÇØ¾ß Çϴ°¡? ³»°¡ ¡®Çϳª´Ô¡¯À̶ó°í
ºÎ¸£´Â °Í¿¡ ´ëÇÑ ³ªÀÇ °ü°èµéÀº ¹«¾ùÀΰ¡? ±×¸®°í ¿ÀÁ÷
Ä£±ÙÇÑ ´ë´äÀÌ ³»°Ô ³ªÅ¸³µ´Ù: ¡®±×´Â Á¶¹°ÁÖÀ̸ç
º¸È£ÀÚÀÌ´Ù.¡¯ ÀÌ ´ë´äÀº ³ª¸¦ ¸¸Á·½ÃŰÁö ¸øÇß´Ù,
±×¸®°í ³ª´Â ³ªÀÇ Àλý¿¡ ÇÊ¿äÇÑ °ÍÀ» ³ªÀÇ ¾È¿¡¼
ÀҾ°í ÀÖ´Ù´Â °ÍÀ» ´À²¼´Ù. ³ª´Â µÎ·Á¿öÁ³´Ù ±×¸®°í
³»°¡ ã´ø ±×ºÐ¿¡°Ô ±âµµÇϱ⠽ÃÀÛÇßÀ¸¸ç ³ª¸¦ µµ¿Í
´Þ¶ó°í Çß´Ù. ±×·¯³ª ³»°¡ ±âµµ¸¦ Çϸé ÇÒ ¼ö·Ï ±×ºÐÀÌ
³ª¸¦ µèÁö ¾ÊÀ¸¸ç, ³ª ÀÚ½ÅÀ» À§Å¹ÇÒ »ó´ë°¡ ¾øÀ½ÀÌ
ºÐ¸íÇØÁ³´Ù. ±×¸®°í ³ªÀÇ ¸¶À½¿¡¼ Çϳª´ÔÀº ¾ø´Ù´Â
Àý¸Á°¨À¸·Î, ³ª´Â ¸»Çß´Ù: ¡®ÁÖ´Ô, ÀÚºñ¸¦ º£Çª»ç, Àú¸¦
±¸¿øÇØ ÁÖ¼Ò¼!¡¯ ±×·¯³ª ¾Æ¹«µµ ³ª¿¡°Ô ÀÚºñ¸¦ º£Ç®Áö
¾Ê¾Ò´Ù ±×¸®°í ³ª´Â ³» ÀλýÀÌ Á¤ÁöÇÏ¿´´Ù´Â °ÍÀ»
´À²¼´Ù. |
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But again and again, from various sides, I returned to the same
conclusion that I could not have come into the world without any cause or
reason or meaning; I could not be such a fledgling fallen from its nest as
I felt myself to be. Or, granting that I be such, lying on my back crying
in the high grass, even then I cry because I know that a mother has borne
me within her, has hatched me, warmed me, fed me, and loved me. Where is
she -- that mother? If I have been deserted, who has deserted me? I cannot
hide from myself that someone bored me, loving me. Who was that someone?
Again "God"? He knows and sees my searching, my despair, and my
struggle." |
±×·¯³ª °è¼ÓÇÏ¿©, ¿©·¯ °¡Áö Ãø¸é¿¡¼, ³ª´Â ¾î¶°ÇÑ
¿øÀÎ ¶Ç´Â ÀÌÀ¯ ¶Ç´Â ÀÇ¹Ì ¾øÀÌ ¼¼»ó¿¡ ¿ÔÀ» ¼ö°¡
¾ø´Ù´Â °á·ÐÀ¸·Î µ¹¾Æ°¬´Ù; ³»°¡ ÀÚ½ÅÀ» ´À³¢´Â °Íó·³
µÕÁö¿¡¼ ¶³¾îÁø ¾î¸° »õ °°À» ¼ö°¡ ¾ø¾ú´Ù. ¾Æ´Ï, ³»°¡
±×·¸´Ù°í ÀÎÁ¤ÇÏÀÚ, ³ôÀº Àܵ𿡠³ªÀÇ µîÀ» ´ë°í ´©¿ö¼,
½ÉÁö¾î´Â ±×¸®°í ³ª¼ ³ª´Â ¿î´Ù, ¿Ö³ÄÇÏ¸é ³ª´Â
¾î¸Ó´Ï°¡ ÀÚ½ÅÀÇ ¹è ¾È¿¡ ³ª¸¦ ¹è¾úÀ¸¸ç, ³ª¸¦ ǰ¾úÀ¸¸ç,
³ª¸¦ µû¶æÇÏ°Ô Çϰí, ³ª¸¦ ¸Ô¿´°í, ±×¸®°í ³ª¸¦
»ç¶ûÇß´Ù´Â °ÍÀ» ¾Ë±â ¶§¹®ÀÌ´Ù. ±×³à-±× ¾î¸Ó´Ï-´Â
¾îµð Àִ°¡? ¸¸ÀÏ ³»°¡ ¹ö·ÁÁ³´Ù¸é, ´©°¡ ³ª¸¦
¹ö·È´Â°¡? ³ª´Â ¾î¶² »ç¶÷ÀÌ ³ª¸¦ ¹è¾úÀ¸¸ç, ³ª¸¦
»ç¶ûÇϰí ÀÖ´Ù´Â °ÍÀ» ¼û±æ ¼ö ¾ø´Ù. ±× ¾î¶² »ç¶÷Àº
´©±¸Àΰ¡? ´Ù½Ã, ¡®Çϳª´Ô?¡¯ ±×ºÐÀº ³ªÀÇ Å½±¸, ³ªÀÇ
Àý¸Á, ±×¸®°í ³ªÀÇ ¸öºÎ¸²À» ¾Æ½Ã¸ç º¸½Ã°í °è½Å´Ù. |
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"He exists," said I to myself. And I had only for an instant to
admit that, and at once life rose within me, and I felt the possibility
and joy of being. But again, from the admission of the existence of a God
I went on to seek my relation with Him; and again I imagined that
God-our Creator in Three Persons who sent His Son, the Saviour-and again that
God, detached from the world and from me, melted like a block of ice,
melted before my eyes, and again nothing remained, and again the spring of
life dried up within me, and I despaired and felt that I had nothing to do
but to kill myself. And the worst of all was, that I felt I could not do
it. |
¡®±×´Â Á¸ÀçÇÑ´Ù,¡¯ ³ª´Â »ý°¢Çß´Ù. ±×¸®°í ³ª´Â ¿ÀÁ÷
¼ø°£ÀûÀ¸·Î ±×°ÍÀ» ÀÎÁ¤Çß¾î¾ß Çß´Ù, ±×¸®°í Áï½Ã
ÀλýÀÌ ³ªÀÇ ¾È¿¡¼ ÀÏ¾î ³µÀ¸¸ç, ±×¸®°í ³ª´Â Á¸ÀçÀÇ
°¡´É¼º°ú ±â»ÝÀ» ´À²¼´Ù. ±×·¯³ª ´Ù½Ã, Çϳª´ÔÀÇ Á¸À縦
ÀÎÁ¤Çϸ鼺ÎÅÍ ³ª¿Í ±×ºÐ°úÀÇ °ü°è¸¦ ã¾Æ°¡±â
½ÃÀÛÇß´Ù; ±×¸®°í ´Ù½Ã ±×·¯ÇÑ Çϳª´ÔÀ» »ó»óÇß´Ù-ÀÚ½ÅÀÇ
¾ÆµéÀÎ, ±¸¼¼ÁÖ¸¦ º¸³»½Å »ïÀ§ÀÏü ÁßÀÇ ¿ì¸®ÀÇ Ã¢Á¶ÁÖ-±×¸®°í
´Ù½Ã ±× Çϳª´ÔÀÌ, ¼¼»óÀ¸·ÎºÎÅÍ ±×¸®°í ³ª·ÎºÎÅÍ
¶³¾îÁ®¼, ÇÑ µ¢¾î¸®ÀÇ ¾óÀ½Ã³·³ ³ì¾ÒÀ¸¸ç, ³ªÀÇ ´«
¾Õ¿¡¼ ³ì¾Ò´Ù, ±×¸®°í ´Ù½Ã ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ ³²Áö ¾Ê¾Ò´Ù,
±×¸®°í ´Ù½Ã ÀλýÀÇ »ùÀº ³ªÀÇ ¾È¿¡¼ ¸»¶ó ¹ö·ÈÀ¸¸ç,
³ª´Â Àý¸ÁÇϰí ÀÚ»ìÇÏ´Â °Í ¿Ü¿¡ ÇÒ °ÍÀÌ ¾ø´Ù´Â °ÍÀ»
´À²¼´Ù. ±×¸®°í °¡Àå ÃÖ¾ÇÀº, ³»°¡ ±×°ÍÀ» ÇÒ ¼ö ¾ø´Ù´Â
°ÍÀ» ´À²¼´Ù´Â Á¡ÀÌ´Ù. |
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Not twice or three times, but tens and hundreds of times, I reached
those conditions, first of joy and animation, and then of despair and
consciousness of the impossibility of living. |
µÎ ¹ø ¼¼ ¹øÀÌ ¾Æ´Ï¶ó ¿¹ø ¹é ¹ø¾¿À̳ª , ³ª´Â ±×·¯ÇÑ
»óÅ¿¡ µµ´ÞÇß´Ù, óÀ½¿¡´Â ±â»Ý°ú »ý±â ³ÑħÀ¸·Î,
±×¸®°í ³ª¼´Â Àý¸Á°ú »îÀÇ ºÒ°¡´É¼ºÀÇ ÀνÄÀ¸·Î¼ÀÌ´Ù. |
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I remember that it was in early spring: I was alone in the wood
listening to its sounds. I listened and thought ever of the same thing, as
I had constantly done during those last three years. I was again seeking
God. |
±×°ÍÀº À̸¥ º½À̾ú´Ù°í ±â¾ïÇÑ´Ù: ³ª´Â ½£¼Ó¿¡
È¥ÀÚ¼ ±× ¼Ò¸®¿¡ ±Í ±â¿ïÀ̰í ÀÖ¾ú´Ù. ³»°¡ Áö³ »ï³â
µ¿¾È ²÷ÀÓ¾øÀÌ ÇàÇÑ °Íó·³, ³ª´Â °áÄÚ °°Àº °ÍÀ» µè°í
»ý°¢ÇÏÁö ¾Ê¾Ò´Ù. ³ª´Â ´Ù½Ã Çϳª´ÔÀ» ã°í ÀÖ¾ú´Ù. |
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"Very well, there is no God," said I to myself; "there is no one
who is not my imagination but a reality like my whole life. |
¡®±×·¡ ÁÁ¾Æ, Çϳª´ÔÀº ¾ø´Ù,¡¯ ³ª´Â »ý°¢Çß´Ù, ¡®³ªÀÇ
»ó»óÀÌ ¾Æ´Ï¶ó ³ªÀÇ Àüü Àλý °°Àº Çö½ÇÀÎ »ç¶÷Àº
¾Æ¹«µµ ¾ø´Ù. |
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He does not exist, and no miracles can prove His existence, because the
miracles would be my imagination, besides being irrational. |
±×´Â Á¸ÀçÇÏÁö ¾Ê´Â´Ù, ±×¸®°í ¾î¶² ±âÀûµµ ±×ÀÇ
Á¸À縦 Áõ¸íÇÒ ¼ö ¾ø´Ù, ¿Ö³ÄÇÏ¸é ±âÀûÀº ºñÀ̼ºÀûÀÏ
»Ó¸¸ ¾Æ´Ï¶ó, ³ªÀÇ »ó»óÀÏ °ÍÀ̱⠶§¹®ÀÌ´Ù. |
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"But my perception of God, of Him whom I seek," I asked
myself, "where has that perception come from?" And again at this
thought the glad waves of life rose within me. All that was around me came
to life and received a meaning. But my joy did not last long. My mind
continued its work. |
¡®±×·¯³ª ³»°¡ Çϳª´ÔÀ» ÀνÄÇÔ, ³»°¡ ã´Â ±×ºÐ¿¡
´ëÇÏ¿©,¡¯ ³ª´Â »ý°¢Çß´Ù, ¡®±×·± ÀνÄÀº ¾îµð¿¡¼ ¿À´Â
°ÍÀϱî?¡¯ ±×¸®°í À̰ÍÀ» »ý°¢ÇÏÀÚ ÀλýÀÇ ±â»Û
ÆÄµµµéÀÌ ³ªÀÇ ¾È¿¡¼ ÀϾ´Ù. ³ªÀÇ ÁÖº¯¿¡ ÀÖ´Â ¸ðµç
°ÍµéÀÌ »ý±â¸¦ ã¾ÒÀ¸¸ç Àǹ̸¦ °®°Ô µÇ¾ú´Ù. ±×·¯³ª
³ªÀÇ ±â»ÝÀº ¿À·¡°¡Áö ¾Ê¾Ò´Ù. ³ªÀÇ ¸¶À½Àº ±× ÀÛ¾÷À»
°è¼ÓÇß´Ù. |
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"The conception of God is not God," said I to myself. "The
conception is what takes place within me. The conception of God is
something I can evoke or can refrain from evoking in myself. That is not
what I seek. I seek that without which there can be no life." And again
all around me and within me began to die, and again I wished to kill
myself. |
¡®Çϳª´Ô¿¡ ´ëÇÑ »ý°¢Àº Çϳª´ÔÀÌ ¾Æ´Ï´Ù,¡¯ ³ª´Â
»ý°¢Çß´Ù. ¡®±× »ý°¢Àº ³ªÀÇ ¾È¿¡¼ ÀϾ´Â °ÍÀÌ´Ù.
Çϳª´Ô¿¡ ´ëÇÑ »ý°¢Àº ³»°¡ ºÒ·¯ ¿Ã ¼ö Àְųª ¶Ç´Â ³ª
½º½º·Î ºÒ·¯ ¿À±â¸¦ ¾ïÁ¦ÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖ´Â °ÍÀÌ´Ù. ±×°ÍÀº
³»°¡ ã´Â °ÍÀÌ ¾Æ´Ï´Ù. ³ª´Â ±×°ÍÀÌ ¾ø´Ù¸é ¾î¶²
Àλýµµ ¾ø°Ô µÇ´Â ±×°ÍÀ» ã´Â´Ù.¡¯ ±×¸®°í ´Ù½Ã ³ªÀÇ
ÁÖº¯°ú ³ªÀÇ ¾ÈÀÇ ¸ðµç °ÍÀÌ Á׾Áö ½ÃÀÛÇß´Ù, ±×¸®°í
´Ù½Ã ÀÚ½ÅÀ» Á×ÀÌ°í ½Í¾ú´Ù. |
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But then I turned my gaze upon myself, on what went on within me, and I
remembered all those cessations of life and reanimations that recurred
within me hundreds of times. I remembered that I only lived at those times
when I believed in God. As it was before, so it was now; I need only be
aware of God to live; I need only forget Him, or disbelieve Him, and I
died. |
±×·¯³ª ±×¸®°í ³ª¼ ³ªÀÇ ½Ã¼±À» ³ª Àڽſ¡°Ô·Î
µ¹·È´Ù, ³ªÀÇ ¾È¿¡¼ °è¼ÓµÇ´Â °Í¿¡, ±×¸®°í ³ªÀÇ
¾È¿¡¼ ¼ö¹é ¹øÀ̳ª µÇÇ®À̵Ǵ ÀλýÀÇ Áߴܰú ´Ù½Ã
»ì¾Æ³²ÀÇ ¸ðµç °ÍÀ» ±â¾ïÇØº¸¾Ò´Ù. ³ª´Â ³»°¡ Çϳª´ÔÀ»
¹Ï´Â ±×·¯ÇÑ ¶§¿¡ ¿ÀÁ÷ »ì¾Æ ÀÖ´Ù´Â °ÍÀ» ±â¾ïÇß´Ù.
¿¾³¯À̳ª Áö±ÝÀ̳ª, »ì±â À§Çؼ ³ª´Â ¿ÀÁ÷ Çϳª´ÔÀ»
±ú´Ý´Â °ÍÀÌ ÇÊ¿äÇÏ´Ù; ³»°¡ ¿ÀÁ÷ ±×ºÐÀ» ÀØ¾î ¹ö¸®°Å³ª
±×ºÐÀ» ¹ÏÁö ¾Ê´Â °ÍÀÌ ÇÊ¿äÇÏ´Ù ±×·¯¸é ³ª´Â Á×¾ú´Ù. |
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What is this animation and dying? I do not live when I lose belief in
the existence of God. I should long ago have killed myself had I not had a
dim hope of finding Him. I live, really live, only when I feel Him and
seek Him. "What more do you seek?" exclaimed a voice within me.
"This is He. He is that without which one cannot live. To know God and
to live is one and the same thing. God is life." |
ÀÌ·± »ì¾Æ³²°ú Á׾Àº ¹«¾ùÀΰ¡? Çϳª´ÔÀÇ Á¸Àç¿¡
´ëÇÑ ¹ÏÀ½À» ÀÒÀ¸¸é ³ª´Â »ìÁö ¸øÇÑ´Ù. ³»°¡ ±×ºÐÀ»
¹ß°ßÇϰíÀÚ ÇÏ´Â Èñ¹ÌÇÑ Èñ¸ÁÀÌ ¾ø¾ú´Ù¸é ³ª´Â ¿À·¡
Àü¿¡ ÀÚ»ìÇÏ¿´À» °ÍÀÌ´Ù. ³ª´Â »ì¾Æ ÀÖ´Ù, Áø½Ç·Î »ì¾Æ
ÀÖ´Ù, ¿ÀÁ÷ ³»°¡ ±×ºÐÀ» ´À³¢°í ±×ºÐÀ» ãÀ» ¶§. ¡®´õ
ÀÌ»ó ¹«¾ùÀ» ã´Â°¡?¡¯ ³ªÀÇ ¾È¿¡ ÀÖ´Â ¼Ò¸®°¡ ¼Ò¸®ÃÆ´Ù.
¡®À̰ÍÀÌ ±×ºÐÀÌ´Ù. ±×ºÐÀÌ ¾øÀ¸¸é »ì ¼ö ¾ø´Â °ÍÀÌ
±×ºÐÀÌ´Ù. Çϳª´ÔÀ» ¾Æ´Â °Í°ú »ç´Â °ÍÀº ÇϳªÀÌ°í °°Àº
ÀÏÀÌ´Ù. Çϳª´ÔÀº ÀλýÀÌ´Ù.¡¯ |
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"Live seeking God, and then you will not live without God." And
more than ever before, all within me and around me lit up, and the light
did not again abandon me. |
¡®Çϳª´ÔÀ» ãÀ¸¸ç »ì¶ó, ±×·¯¸é ´ç½ÅÀº Çϳª´ÔÀÌ
¾øÀÌ »ìÁö ¾ÊÀ» °ÍÀÌ´Ù.¡¯ ±×¸®°í ÀÌÀü º¸´Ùµµ ÈξÀ,
³ªÀÇ ¾È¿¡¼ ±×¸®°í ³ªÀÇ ÁÖº¯¿¡¼ ¸ðµç °ÍÀÌ ¹à¾Æ Á³´Ù,
±×¸®°í ±× ºûÀº ´Ù½Ã ³ª¸¦ ¹ö¸®Áö ¾Ê¾Ò´Ù. |
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And I was saved from suicide. When and how this change occurred I could
not say. As imperceptibly and gradually the force of life in me had been
destroyed and I had reached the impossibility of living, a cessation of
life and the necessity of suicide, so imperceptibly and gradually did that
force of life return to me. And strange to say the strength of life which
returned to me was not new, but quite old -- the same that had borne me
along in my earliest days. |
±×¸®°í ³ª´Â Àڻ쿡¼ ±¸¿øµÇ¾ú´Ù. ¾ðÁ¦ ¾î¶»°Ô
ÀÌ·¯ÇÑ º¯È°¡ ÀÏ¾î ³µ´ÂÁö ³ª´Â ¸»ÇÒ ¼ö ¾ø´Ù. ´À³¥ ¼ö
¾øÀÌ ±×¸®°í ¼¼È÷ ³ªÀÇ ¾È¿¡ ÀÖ´ø ÀλýÀÇ ÈûÀÌ
ÆÄ±«µÇ¾úÀ¸¸ç ³ª´Â »îÀÇ ºÒ°¡´É¼º, ÀλýÀÇ Áß´Ü, ±×¸®°í
ÀÚ»ìÀÇ Çʿ伺¿¡ µµ´ÞÇß´Ù, ±×¸®°í ´À³¥ ¼ö ¾øÀÌ ±×¸®°í
¼¼È÷ ÀλýÀÇ ÈûÀÌ ³»°Ô µ¹¾Æ¿Ô´Ù. ±×¸®°í ³»°Ô µ¹¾Æ¿Â
ÀλýÀÇ ÈûÀ» »õ·Î¿î °ÍÀÌ ¾Æ´Ï¾úÀ¸¸ç ¾ÆÁÖ ¿À·¡ ÀüÀÇ
°ÍÀÌ´Ù¶ó°í ¸»ÇÑ´Ù¸é ÀÌ»óÇÒ °ÍÀÌ´Ù-±×°ÍÀº ³ªÀÇ ¾î¸°
½ÃÀý¿¡ ³ª¸¦ ǰ°í ÀÖ´ø °Í°ú °°Àº °ÍÀ̾ú´Ù. |
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I quite returned to what belonged to my earliest childhood and youth. I
returned to the belief in that Will which produced me and desires
something of me. I returned to the belief that the chief and only aim of
my life is to be better, i.e. to live in accord with that Will. And I
returned to the belief that I can find the expression of that Will in what
humanity, in the distant past hidden from me, has produced for its
guidance: that is to say, I returned to a belief in God, in moral
perfection, and in a tradition transmitting the meaning of life. There was
only this difference, that then all this was accepted unconsciously, while
now I knew that without it I could not live. |
³ª´Â ³ªÀÇ À¯³â±â¿Í û³â±â¿¡ ¼ÓÇÏ´Â °Í¿¡ ±íÀÌ µ¹¾Æ
¿Ô´Ù. ³ª¸¦ ¸¸µé¾î ³ÂÀ¸¸ç ³ª¿¡°Ô¼ ¹«¾ùÀΰ¡¸¦ ¹Ù¶ó°í
ÀÖ´Â ±× ÀÇÁö(¶æ)¿¡ ´ëÇÑ ¹ÏÀ½À¸·Î µ¹¾Æ¿Ô´Ù. ³ªÀÇ
ÀλýÀÇ Ã¹¹øÂ°ÀÌÀÚ À¯ÀÏÇÑ ¸ñÀûÀº ³ª¾ÆÁö´Â °Í, Áï,
±×·¯ÇÑ ÀÇÁö¿¡ µû¶ó »ç´Â °ÍÀ̶ó´Â ¹ÏÀ½À¸·Î µ¹¾Æ¿Ô´Ù.
±×¸®°í ³ª´Â, ³»°Ô ¼û°ÜÁ® ÀÖ´ø ¸Õ °ú°Å¿¡¼, Àηù°¡
±×µéÀÇ ÁöħÀ¸·Î ¸¸µé¾î ³½ °Í¿¡¼ ±×·¯ÇÑ ÀÇÁöÀÇ
Ç¥ÇöÀ» ¹ß°ßÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖ´Ù´Â ¹ÏÀ½À¸·Î µ¹¾Æ ¿Ô´Ù: ´Ù½Ã
¸»ÇÏÀÚ¸é, µµ´öÀûÀÎ ¿Ï¼º¿¡¼, ±×¸®°í ÀλýÀÇ Àǹ̸¦
ÀüÇØÁÖ´Â ÀüÅë¿¡¼, Çϳª´Ô¿¡ ´ëÇÑ ¹ÏÀ½À¸·Î µ¹¾Æ¿Ô´Ù.
¿ÀÁ÷ ÀÌ·¯ÇÑ Â÷À̰¡ ÀÖ¾ú´Ù, Áï, ±× ´ç½Ã´Â ÀÌ ¸ðµç
°ÍµéÀÌ ¹«ÀǽÄÀûÀ¸·Î ¹Þ¾Æ µé¿©Á³À¸³ª, Áö±ÝÀº ±×°ÍÀÌ
¾øÀ¸¸é ³ª´Â »ì ¼ö ¾ø´Ù´Â °ÍÀ» ¾Ë¾Ò´Ù. |
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What happened to me was something like this: I was put into a boat (I
do not remember when) and pushed off from an unknown shore, shown the
direction of the opposite shore, had oars put into my unpractised hands,
and was left alone. I rowed as best I could and moved forward; but the
further I advanced towards the middle of the stream the more rapid grew
the current bearing me away from my goal and the more frequently did I
encounter others, like myself, borne away by the stream. There were a few
rowers who continued to row, there were others who had abandoned their
oars; there were large boats and immense vessels full of people. Some
struggled against the current, others yielded to it. And the further I
went the more, seeing the progress down the current of all those who were
adrift, I forgot the direction given me. In the very centre of the stream,
amid the crowd of boats and vessels which were being borne down stream, I
quite lost my direction and abandoned my oars. Around me on all sides,
with mirth and rejoicing, people with sails and oars were borne down the
stream, assuring me and each other that no other direction was possible.
And I believed them and floated with them. And I was carried far; so far
that I heard the roar of the rapids in which I must be shattered, and I
saw boats shattered in them. And I recollected myself. I was long unable
to understand what had happened to me. I saw before me nothing but
destruction, towards which I was rushing and which I feared. I saw no
safety anywhere and did not know what to do; but, looking back, I
perceived innumerable boats which unceasingly and strenuously pushed
across the stream, and I remembered about the shore, the oars, and the
direction, and began to pull back upwards against the stream and towards
the shore. |
³»°Ô ÀÏ¾î³ °ÍÀº ÀÌ¿Í °°´Ù: ³ª´Â ¹è¿¡ Å¿öÁ®¼(¾ðÁ¦ÀÎÁö
±â¾ï ³ªÁö ¾Ê´Â´Ù) ¾ËÁö ¸øÇÏ´Â °°¡¿¡ ³»·ÁÁ³´Ù,
°°¡¿Í ¹Ý´ëÂÊÀ¸·Î, ³ªÀÇ ¹Ì¼÷ÇÑ ¼Õ¿¡ ³ë°¡ µé·ÁÁ®
ÀÖ¾ú´Ù, ±×¸®°í È¥ÀÚ ³²°ÜÁ³´Ù. ³ª´Â ÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖ´Â ÇÑ
ÃÖ¼±À» ´ÙÇØ¼ ³ë¸¦ Àú¾î¼ ¾ÕÀ¸·Î ³ª¾Æ°¬´Ù; ±×·¯³ª
È帧ÀÇ Áß¾ÓÀ¸·Î ³ª¾Æ°¡¸é °¥¼ö·Ï È帧Àº ´õ¿í
»¡¶óÁ®¼ ³ª¸¦ ¸ñÀûÁö¿¡¼ ¸Ö¸® ¶³¾îÁö°Ô ÇÏ¿´À¸¸ç
Á¡Á¡ ÀÚÁÖ, ³ª¿Í °°ÀÌ, È帧¿¡¼ ¶³¾îÁ® °¡´Â ´Ù¸¥
»ç¶÷µéÀ» ¸¸³µ´Ù. °è¼Ó ³ë¸¦ Àú¾î °¡´Â »ç¶÷µµ ¸î
ÀÖ¾úÀ¸¸ç ±×µéÀÇ ³ë¸¦ ´øÁ®¹ö¸° ´Ù¸¥ »ç¶÷µéµµ ÀÖ¾ú´Ù;
»ç¶÷À» °¡µæ Å¿î Ä¿´Ù¶õ ¹è¿Í ³ÐÀº °´¼±µéÀÌ ÀÖ¾ú´Ù.
¾î¶² »ç¶÷µéÀº È帧¿¡ ¸Â¼¼ ½Î¿üÀ¸¸ç, ´Ù¸¥ »ç¶÷µéÀº
È帧¿¡ ±¼º¹Çß´Ù. ±×¸®°í ³»°¡ ´õ¿í´õ ³ª¾Æ °¥¼ö·Ï,
¸ðµç »ç¶÷µéÀÌ Ç¥·ùÇÏ´Â È帧 ¾Æ·¡·ÎÀÇ ÁøÇàÀ» º¸¸é¼,
³»°Ô ÁÖ¾îÁø ¹æÇâÀ» ÀÒ¾î ¹ö·È´Ù. È帧ÀÇ °¡Àå Áß¾Ó¿¡´Â,
¾Æ·¡·Î Èê·¯°¡´Â ¹è¿Í °´¼±µéÀÇ ¹«¸® °¡¿îµ¥¼, ³ª´Â
½ÉÈ÷ ³ªÀÇ ¹æÇâÀ» ÀÒ°í ³ªÀÇ ³ëµéÀ» ³õ¾Æ ¹ö·È´Ù. ³ªÀÇ
ÁÖº¯ÀÇ ¸ðµç Ãø¸éÀº, ȯÈñ¿Í ±â»ÝÀ¸·Î, µÀ´ë¿Í ³ë¸¦
°¡Áø »ç¶÷µéÀÌ È帧ÀÇ ¾Æ·¡·Î ¶° °¡°í ÀÖ¾úÀ¸¸ç, ³ª¿Í
¼·Îµé¿¡°Ô ´Ù¸¥ ¾î¶² ¹æÇâµµ °¥ ¼ö ¾ø´Ù°í ¸»Çß´Ù.
±×¸®°í ³ª´Â ±×µéÀ» ¹Ï°í¼ ±×µé°ú ÇÔ²² Ç¥·ùÇß´Ù.
±×¸®°í ³ª´Â ¸Ö¸® ¶°³»·Á °¬´Ù; ¸Ö¸® °¡¸é¼ ³»°¡ ¹Ú»ì
³¯ °Í °°Àº ¿ä¶õÇÑ ¹°»ì ¼Ò¸®¸¦ µé¾ú´Ù, ±×¸®°í ¹èµéÀÌ
±× ¾È¿¡¼ ºÎ¼Áö´Â °ÍÀ» º¸¾Ò´Ù. ±×¸®°í ³ª´Â ³ª
ÀÚ½ÅÀ» ±â¾ïÇß´Ù. ³ª´Â ¿À·§µ¿¾È ³»°Ô ¹«¾ùÀÌ ÀϾî
³µ´ÂÁö ±ú´ÞÀ» ¼ö°¡ ¾ø¾ú´Ù. ³ª´Â ³ªÀÇ ¾Õ¿¡¼ ¿ÀÁ÷
ÆÄ¸ê¸¸À» º¸¾Ò´Ù, ±×¸®°í ³ª´Â ±× ¹æÇâÀ¸·Î ´Þ·Á°¡°í
ÀÖ¾úÀ¸¸ç, ±×°ÍÀ» µÎ·Á¿ö Çß´Ù. ³ª´Â ¾îµð¿¡¼µµ ¾ÈÀüÀ»
ãÀ» ¼ö ¾ø¾úÀ¸¸ç ¹«¾ùÀ» ÇØ¾ß ÇÒ Áö ¸ô¶ú´Ù; ±×·¯³ª,
µÚ¸¦ º¸¸é¼, ³ª´Â ²÷ÀÓ¾ø´Â ³ë·ÂÀ¸·Î È帧À» ¹Ð¸é¼
°¡´Â ¼ö¸¹Àº ¹èµéÀ» º¸¾Ò´Ù, ±×¸®°í ±× °°¡, ³ë, ±×¸®°í
¹æÇâÀ» ±â¾ïÇß´Ù, ±×¸®°í ´Ù½Ã È帧¿¡ ¸Â¼¼ ±× °°¡¸¦
ÇâÇØ¼ µÚ·Î ³ë¸¦ Àú¾î°¡±â ½ÃÀÛÇß´Ù. |
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That shore was God; that direction was tradition; the oars were the
freedom given me to pull for the shore and unite with God. And so the
force of life was renewed in me and I again began to live. |
±× °°¡´Â Çϳª´ÔÀ̾ú´Ù; ±× ¹æÇâÀº ÀüÅëÀ̾ú´Ù; ±×
³ëµéÀº °°¡·Î ²ø°í °¡¼ Çϳª´Ô°ú ¿¬ÇÕÇϵµ·Ï ³»°Ô
ÁÖ¾îÁø ÀÚÀ¯¿´´Ù. ±×¸®°í ±×·¸°Ô ÇØ¼ ÀλýÀÇ ÈûÀº ³ªÀÇ
¾È¿¡¼ ´Ù½Ã »õ·Î¿öÁ³´Ù ±×¸®°í ³ª´Â ´Ù½Ã »ì¾Æ°¡±â
½ÃÀÛÇß´Ù. |
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