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 into 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 agined.
This is what I sought,
and though it might seem too good for human life,
this is what-at last-I have found.
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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 heavens.
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 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 can't, 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.