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Dostoevsky on the Problem of Evil
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"Fyodor Dostoevsky on the Problem of Evil
from The Brothers Karamazov
"I must make one confession," Ivan began. "I could never understand how one can love one's neighbours. It's just one's neighbours, to my mind,
that one can't love, though one might love those at a distance. I once read somewhere of John the
Merciful, a saint, that when a hungry, frozen beggar came to him, he took him into his bed, held
him in his arms, and began breathing into his mouth, which was putrid and loathsome from some
awful disease. I am convinced that he did that from 'self-laceration,' from the self-laceration of falsity, for the sake of the charity imposed by
duty, as a penance laid on him. For anyone to love a man, he must be hidden,
for as soon as he shows his face, love is gone."
"Father Zossima has talked of that more than once," observed Alyosha. "He, too, said that the face of a man often hinders many
people not practised in love, from loving him. But yet there's a
great deal of love in mankind, and almost Christ-like love. I know that myself, Ivan."
"Well, I know nothing of it so far, and can't understand it, and the innumerable
mass of mankind are with me there. The question is, whether that's due to men's
bad qualities or whether it's inherent in their nature. To my thinking, Christ-like love
for men is a miracle impossible on earth. He was God. But we are not gods. Suppose
I, for instance, suffer intensely. Another can never know how much I suffer, because
he is another and not I. And what's more, a man is rarely ready to admit another's
suffering (as though it were a distinction). Why won't he admit it, do you think?
Because I smell unpleasant, because I have a stupid face, because I once trod on his foot.
Besides, there is suffering and suffering; degrading, humiliating suffering such as
humbles me—hunger, for instance—my benefactor will perhaps allow me;
but when you come to higher suffering—for an idea, for instance—he will
very rarely "
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