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Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have
governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge,
and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind.These passions,
like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward
course, over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of
despair.
I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy - ecstasy
so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of life
for a few hours of this joy. I have sought it, next, because it
relieves loneliness - that terrible loneliness in which one
shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the
cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it, finally,
because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature,
the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have
imagined. This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good
for human life, this is what - at last - I have found.
With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to
understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars
shine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which
number holds sway above the flux. A little of this, but not much, I
have achieved.
Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heaven. But always pity brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a hated burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.
This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me.
Bertrand Russell: Autobiography
Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heaven. But always pity brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a hated burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.
This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me.
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