May 23, 1855.—Every hurtful passion
draws us to it, as an abyss does, by a kind of vertigo. Feebleness
of
will brings about weakness of head, and the abyss in spite of its
horror, comes to fascinate us, as though it
were a place of refuge.
Terrible danger! For this abyss is within us; this gulf, open like
the vast jaws of an
infernal serpent bent on devouring us, is in the
depth of our own being, and our liberty floats over this void,
which
is always seeking to swallow it up. Our only talisman lies in that
concentration of moral force which we
call conscience, that small
inextinguishable flame of which the light is duty and the warmth
love. This little
flame should be the star of our life; it alone can
guide our trembling ark across the tumult of the great waters;
it
alone can enable us to escape the temptations of the sea, the storms
and the monsters which are the offspring
of night and the deluge.
Faith in God, in a holy, merciful, fatherly God, is the divine ray
which kindles this
flame.
How deeply I feel the profound and
terrible poetry of all these primitive terrors from which have issued
the
various theogonies of the world, and how it all grows clear to
me, and becomes a symbol of the one great
unchanging thought, the
thought of God about the universe! How present and sensible to my
inner sense is the
unity of everything! It seems to me that I am
able to pierce to the sublime motive which, in all the infinite
spheres of existence, and through all the modes of space and time,
every created form reproduces and sings
within the bond of an
eternal harmony. From the infernal shades I feel myself mounting
toward the regions of
light; my flight across chaos finds its rest
in paradise. Heaven, hell, the world, are within us. Man is the
great
abyss.
Amiel's Journal
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