{While Dostoyevsky’s tale of “The Grand Inquisitor” is frequently invoked against modernity, Jean Paul’s “Speech of the Dead Christ” has long since faded into obscurity. I had never heard of it until I found it quoted by Michael Alan Gillespie (in his book, Nihilism before Nietzsche). First published in 1796, Jean Paul’s fable reflected not his beliefs (he was a Christian) but his fear that the secular Enlightenment was bringing a godless world into existence; think of it as a sadly neglected precursor of Nietzsche’s cry that “God is dead.”}
Jean Paul:
I lay down once on a summer evening on a mountainside and dreamed that I awoke in a graveyard. Now a sublime noble figure, bearing an imperishable sorrow, sank down from on high, and the dead all cried: "Christ! is there no God?"
He replied: "There is none."
Each whole shadow of the dead, not only their breasts alone, shook, and one by one they were ripped apart by their quaking.
Christ went on: "I traversed the worlds, I ascended into the suns, and soared with the Milky Way through the wastes of heaven; but there is no God. I descended to the last reaches of the shadows of Being, and I looked into the chasm and cried: 'Father, where art thou?' But I heard only the eternal storm ruled by none, and the shimmering rainbow of essence stood without sun to create it, trickling above the abyss. And when I raised my eyes to the boundless world for the divine eye, it stared at me from an empty bottomless socket; and Eternity lay on Chaos and gnawed it and ruminated itself. Shriek on, discords, rend the shadows; for He is not!"
The pallid shadows dispersed just as a white vapor formed by the frost will melt in a warm breath; and all became void. Then came into the temple a heartrending sight, the dead children who had wakened in the churchyard, and now cast themselves before the sublime form on the altar saying: "Jesus! have we no father?" --And he replied with streaming tears: "We are all orphans, I and you, we are without a father."
Then the discords screeched more harshly -- the quaking temple walls sundered -- and temple and children sank -- and the entire earth and the sun sank after them -- and the whole immeasurable fabric of the universe sank past us, and high on the summit of boundless Nature stood Christ and gazed down into the universe, pierced by a thousand suns, as into a mine dug out of eternal night, where the suns are pit lamps and the Milky Ways the veins of silver core.
And when Christ beheld the grinding convergence of worlds, the torch dance of heavenly will-o'-the-wisps, and the coal banks of beating hearts, and when he beheld how one orb after another emptied forth its ember souls on the sea of the dead, as a water globe scatters floating lights over the waves: he, the highest of finite beings, lifted his eyes sublimely toward Nothing and Void Immensity, saying: "Mute inanimate Nothing! Chill eternal Necessity! Insane Chance! Do you know that which lies beneath you? When will you destroy the edifice and me? -- Chance, do you know when you'll stride with hurricanes through the flurry of stars and extinguish one sun after another, and when the sparkling dew of the stars will be quenched as thou pass? -How alone each one is in the vast sepulcher of the Universe! Only I am next to myself -- Oh Father! oh Father! where is your infinite breast that I may rest upon it? If each self be its own Creator and Father, why can it not be also its own destroying angel?
"Is that beside me a human being still? Thou poor man! Thy little life is Nature's sigh, or but its echo. A concave mirror beams its rays among the dust clouds of the ashes of the dead to your earth below, and then you come into being, you clouded tottering images. Look down into the chasm across which the ash clouds drift -- fogs full of worlds come swirling out of the sea of the dead, the future is a mist rising and the present a falling one. -- Do you recognize your earth?"
Here, Christ looked down, and his eyes filled with tears, and he said: "Alas, I was on it once: I was happy then, I still had my infinite Father, I gladly lifted my eyes from the hills to the boundless heaven, pressing my pierced breast against his soothing image, saying even in bitter death: 'Father, divest your son of his bleeding winding-sheet and lift Him to your heart!' Alas, you delirious earth dwellers, you credit Him yet. At this very instant your sun may be setting and you fall upon your knees among blossoms, radiance, and tears, raising your blessed hands high and calling with a thousand tears of joy toward the open heavens: 'You know me also, Infinite One, and all my wounds, and after my death You will receive me and heal them all.' Wretched ones, they shall not be healed after death. When man of misery lays his weary frame into the earth to slumber toward a lovelier morn full of Truth, Virtue, and Joy: he shall awaken in turbulent chaos, everlasting midnight -- and no morning will come, no healing hand, no Infinite Father! -- Oh mortal at my side, if you be living still, pray to Him: else you shall lose Him forever."
And as I sank down and gazed into the shining fabric of the Universe: I perceived the raised coils of the giant serpent of Eternity, which has couched itself around the galaxy of worlds -- and the coils fell away and it encompassed the All doubly -- and then it wound itself around Nature a thousandfold, squeezing the worlds together -- and crushingly compressed the infinite temple into a churchyard chapel -- and all became close, dark, and fearful -- and a bell clapper, infinitely extended, was about to strike the ultimate hour of Time and shatter the Universe...
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Jean Paul, Speech of the Dead Christ - 50 Watts
Note: You would never guess, based on this despairing tale, that Jean Paul was known for his humor, but that seems to have been the case: Jean Paul - Wikipedia
“The Speech of the Dead Christ to the Universe, that there is no God”
(art by Ernst Fuchs)
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